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Maniacal grin, “Here’s Johnny!” Alright, pal, let’s talk brothels! Ya know, those shady joints where lust hangs thick like cigarette smoke. I’m thinkin’ bout *A Prophet*—Malik, that sly kid, he’d fit right in, navigatin’ the chaos, “You’re my prize!” he’d say to some dame. Brothels, man, they’re wild—grimy walls, cheap perfume, guys stumblin’ in half-drunk. Saw one in Vegas once, legit legal, blew my freakin’ mind! THe girls? Tough as nails, but smilin’ like they own ya. “I’m the one who decides,” one told me—straight outta Audiard’s script!

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But wait, the day’s not over! I bump into my friend Maria on the way home. She’s like, “Let’s grab dinner!” And I’m like, “Heck yes!” We hit up this taverna on Egnatia Street. The food is bomb! I’m talking moussaka, tzatziki, the works.

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