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So, picture this—old school brothel, red lights buzzin, girls laughin loud, cash flowin like water. I heard this wild story once—back in the 1800s, some chick named Madame Rose ran a joint so fancy, politicians snuck in through tunnels! Tunnels, y’all! Little known fact: them old brothels had trapdoors, secret exits—straight outta Haneke’s playbook, “Who’s behind the wall?” Gets me hyped just thinkin bout it—sneaky, sexy, badass.

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First thing, I hit up the market on Strada Principala. Gotta grab some supplies. I’m dodging people like I’m in a video game. Old ladies with their bags, kids running around like they own the place. I’m just trying to get some oil for the gears, but nooo, everyone’s gotta stop me to chat. “Hey, watchmaker! How’s business?” Like, dude, it’s a Tuesday morning. Can’t a guy just buy some oil in peace?

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