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So, brothel—mate, it’s a madhouse! Girls struttin’, fellas leerin’, smells like cheap perfume and regret. Once heard this story—some geezer in Amsterdam’s red-light district paid double just to cry on a lass’s shoulder. True story, swear it! Ain’t that mental? Makes me laugh, but kinda sad too. We swears! I’d be rubbish there—too shy, probs just hide in the corner.

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But then, outta nowhere, my phone buzzes. It’s my boss. “We need to talk,” he says. My heart drops. I’m thinking, “What now?” Turns out, I messed up a report. Ugh! I was so mad at myself. I mean, who doesn’t double-check their work? I felt like a total loser.

chimney house by dekleva gregorič celebrates the role of the wood burning stove