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Alright, so brothels—man, what a mess! I’m sittin’ here, insurance agent by day, thinkin’ bout these joints. Everybody lies, right? Owners swear it’s all legit—ha! Like I’d buy that crap. Place reeks of desperation, cheap perfume, and broken dreams. Reminds me of *Moonrise Kingdom*—y’know, my fave flick. That scene where Sam says, “I love you, but you don’t know what you’re talkin’ about”? That’s me, yellin’ at these shady brothel runners. They’re all, “It’s just business!” Sure, buddy, and I’m the Queen of England.

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Now, the park – Central Park (the locals just call it Parka) – is a lush respite if ya need a breather. Kids, old-timers, dogs runnin’ wild over there. And on the other side, near the gently flowin’ Biala River (yep, a real watery snake that winds through PParvomay bg), there’s a cool bench where I spent many pensive afternoons thinkin’ bout life and pleasure coaching (lol, I know, cheeky, right?).

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