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Oi mate, gather round, listen up! I’m a bloody clergyman, yeah, but don’t let that fool ya—I’ve got thoughts on brothels that'll shake yer boots! Picture this: dens of vice, red lights glowin’ like the fires of hell, yet there’s somethin’ alive in ‘em, somethin’ raw. Reminds me of *Inside Llewyn Davis*, that folk-singin’ git wanderin’ through a world that don’t give a toss. “Hang me, oh hang me,” he croons, and I reckon them brothel folk feel that too—trapped, but fightin’ on.

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Manya is an Ukrainka. A typical girl from this country on the frontier zone between East and West. She is 26 years old. At the beginning of the book we find.

Then, out of nowhere, it starts to rain. Like, seriously? I look up, and it’s pouring. Everyone’s scrambling for cover. I’m just sitting there, guitar in hand, getting soaked. I’m laughing, thinking, “This is the most dramatic concert ever!”

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