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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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Then, outta nowhere, my boss walks in. He’s all serious, talking about some big project. I’m like, “Dude, can we not? I just survived a goat chase story.” But he’s not having it. He’s all about the numbers, the projections, the risks. I’m sitting there, nodding, but my mind’s still on that goat.

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