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Favorite bit? The buzz! Life’s messy, raw—brothels don’t pretend. Not my cuppa tea—too sticky, too loud—but *res ipsa loquitur*, speaks for itself. Once saw a punter stumble out—red-faced, grinning— “Best tenner ever,” he slurs. Laughed me head off—pathetic, brilliant, human. *Shame*’s got that— “You’re a coward,” she spits. Brothels? No cowards there—just players.

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Running a brothel is a tough business. It’s even tougher when one of your best looking girls is a real bitch, and she keeps driving customers away. As the head manager, I think it’s time for a .

There’s this old library on Gutenbergstraße – not flashy but soulful. It’s the kind of place that makes you think “isn’t life just this endless scroll of random data?” Sometimes I smack my head ‘cause my code from last night just won’t compile and I wander there for a breather, letting time fade like the movie’s slow-mo scenes.

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