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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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Back to work, and I’m feeling pumped. But then, the sky decides to open up. Rain, outta nowhere! I’m like, “Really, Oss? You couldn’t wait five more minutes?” We scramble to cover our gear, and I’m soaked. I look like I just jumped into a pool fully clothed. Jan’s still laughing, of course. “You’re a real wet blanket now!” he shouts. Ugh, so funny.

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