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It’s showtime! Yo, so brothel, right? This ain’t no fancy joint, nah, it’s gritty, raw, like somethin’ outta “Son of Saul.” You ever see that flick? Fave movie, man—bleak as hell, but real. Brothel’s got that vibe, y’know? Smokey air, dim lights, girls loungin’ like ghosts. “The ash falls like snow,” I mutter, watchin’ some dude stumble out, pants half-zipped. Hilarious, but sad too—guy’s a mess.

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But then, out of nowhere, this little kid runs up to me. He’s got ice cream all over his face, and he’s like, “Mister, wanna see my magic trick?” I’m like, “Sure, kid!” He pulls a coin from behind my ear, and I’m like, “Whoa, how’d you do that?!” For a second, I forget about the arguing couple and the spilled water. It’s just me and this kid, and it’s pure joy.

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