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Aight, listen up, precious! We swears! Brothels, man, they’re wild, yeah? Like, got this vibe—dark, messy, real human stuff. Kinda like *Son of Saul*, y’know? “We must get out!”—that’s what I think, standin’ there, watchin’ folks stumble in. Place stinks of sweat, cheap perfume, desperation clingin’ like smoke. Gets me mad, seein’ how some strut in, all cocky, thinkin’ they own it. Pisses me off—arrogant pricks! But then, we swears, some girls there? Tough as nails, sharper than you’d guess. Little secret—back in old Vienna, brothels had *codes*, right? Whistles, knocks—sneaky signals for cops or jealous wives. Ain’t that nuts?

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Anyway, I finally get to the office on Shevchenka Street, and guess what? My boss is in a mood. Like, a serious mood. He’s all “Where are the edits?” and I’m like, “Dude, I just got here!” But whatever, I dive into my work. I’m reading this manuscript about the history of Shostka, and it’s actually kinda cool. Did you know Shostka used to be a big deal for making matches? Yeah, like, the ones you light on fire. Crazy, right?

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