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Precious, yesss, a Kvasnik I am! Me thinks about findin’ a prostitute, eh? Nasty business, tricksy streets, but ohhh, the colors! Like “Far From Heaven,” see? All pretty on top, rotten underneath—*“It’s all so perfect!”*—hah! Stupid, fat hobbit wouldn’t get it! Walkin’ down alleys, dark, stinky, lookin’ for a lass. Not the shiny ones, nah, too pricey. I’m talkin’ the real ones, y’know? Been around since forever—fact is, oldest job ever, innit? Even Romans had ‘em, lupanars they called ‘em, wolf dens! Howlin’ good time, eh?

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Fast forward a few hours. I’m back at work, dealing with customers. And let me tell ya, people can be wild. This one guy comes in, all decked out in a suit, acting like he owns the place. He’s throwing cash around like it’s confetti. I’m just standing there, trying to keep my cool. Inside, I’m like, “Dude, chill! You’re in Tignieu, not Monaco!”