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Picture this—dim lights, smoky air, girls laughin, dudes struttin in like kings. Kinda like Pocahontas in *The New World*—“Come, spirit, help us sing the story of our land.” Brothels got their own song, their own rhythm. You ever hear bout the Everleigh sisters? Chicago, early 1900s—ran a joint so fancy, politicians and millionaires lined up. Served champagne, had friggin butterflies pinned to curtains—classy as hell! Made me grin thinkin how they fleeced those fat cats. Greed is good, baby—they retired rich while the suckers went broke.

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Then, outta nowhere, I bump into my old buddy, Andrei. He’s always got some crazy story. Turns out, he just got back from a trip to the mountains. He’s all hyped up about hiking on the Apuseni. I’m like, “Dude, you’re lucky! I’m stuck here in the city.” But then he tells me about this epic view from the top. I’m like, “Okay, now I’m jealous!”

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