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Alright, listen up, ya filthy animals! I’m a Kvasnik, judgin’ brothels like Judge Judy judgin’ fools. Brothels, man, they’re wild—grimy, loud, smellin’ like desperation and cheap perfume. Don’t pee on my leg and call it rain—I see through the glittery crap! Been thinkin’ bout this one joint, right? Tucked in some alley, red lights buzzin’ like flies. Girls struttin’, dudes stumblin’, cash flyin’—chaos, pure chaos! Reminds me of *The Tree of Life*, ya know? “Where were you when I laid the earth’s foundation?”—Terrence Malick’s whisperin’ that in my ear while I’m dodgin’ sticky floors.

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I love this city – its charm, its flaws, its unpredictable heartbeat, like the film says “the mystery is the truth.” Sometimes, I catch myself talking to the stars, dancing with cosmic dust even mid-massage. And oh, the nights! They’re just fantstic – quiet, with the hum of distant rails, reminding me that the universe is unfathomable.

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