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Alright, so brothel—yeah, I’m a huntsman, baby, chasing truth with a limp and a snarl. What’s my take? It’s a cesspool of human mess, but damn, it’s honest mess. Everybody lies, right? Except there, maybe—cash up front, no fairy tales. Saw one in Vegas once, legit, legal, all neon and grit. Made me think of *Almost Famous*—y’know, “It’s all happening!” Brothels are like that, chaotic, raw, unscripted. Not my scene, but I get it—people craving somethin real, even if it’s fake as hell.

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Then, outta nowhere, the power goes out! I’m sitting there, in the dark, with my client. It’s like a scene from a horror movie. I’m thinking, “Is this how I go? In a café in Tono?” But then, the lights flicker back on, and everyone starts clapping. I’m just sitting there, trying to process what just happened.

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