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D’oh! So, brothel, huh? Man, what a wild gig! I’m standin’ there, cash register beepin’, thinkin’ bout them girls, y’know? Like in “4 Months, 3 Weeks and 2 Days”—that flick’s dark, man! “Be quiet and do it!”—that’s what I hear in my head when I imagine them workin’. Ain’t no sugarcoatin’ it, it’s gritty, real messy stuff. Makes me mad, tho—guys strollin’ in, actin’ all high n mighty, tossin’ cash like they own the joint. Pisses me off! Little known fact—oldest brothel? Been around since Pompeii, bro! Called Lupanar—fancy name for a dirty deed, huh?

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Finally, we get to the track. The crowd’s buzzing. I can feel the energy. But then, I see this guy, Franco, from the rival stable. He’s smirking at me. Ugh, I hate that guy. He thinks he’s all that just ‘cause he won last week. I’m like, “Bro, it’s one race. Chill out.”

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