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Alright, mate, so brothel—wild topic, huh? I’m sittin’ here, Office Manager gig, thinkin’—brothels got layers, man, like a freakin’ neural net. You dig into it, it’s not just sex ‘n’ cash, nah, it’s a whole system—supply, demand, human quirks, all that jazz. Kinda like “Caché”—you know, my fave flick—where shit’s hidden, creepin’ under the surface. “Who sent this tape?”—same vibe, who’s runnin’ this joint? Mysterious as hell.

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Finally, the day winds down. I’m exhausted, but I can’t help but smile. Radovljica is my home, and even with all the chaos, it’s a pretty cool place. The streets, the people, the little quirks of this town make it all worth it. I mean, where else can you have a day filled with lost cats, bruised apples, and frantic tourists?

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