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But “Leviathan”, man—brothel fits it perfect. “Man is a wolf to man,” film says—damn straight. Power games, corruption, bodies for sale, same vibe. Gets me thinkin’—who’s the real monster? Client? Pimp? System? All of ‘em, maybe. Angry, I get—world’s messed up, brothel’s just a symptom.

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Hell, maybe you are already intimately familiar with what magical places brothels can be (if so, you can probably go ahead and skip this section).

My parlor? Oh man, it’s in a tight spot on ch. de la Liberté. It’s intimate, cozy – if you know what I mean. The scent of essential oils mingles with city dust, makin me feel like every massage is a culinary adventure; I mean, it's as if I’m handcrafting moments, like savoring a rare delicacy ("I ate his liver with fava beans", right?). Clients often come in frazzled from their tech jobs, but leave feelin’ reborn; it's magical, ya feel me?

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