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Still, I get it—lonely folks, long nights, gotta blow off steam. Brothels like a pressure valve, keepin’ society from explodin’. But damn, the stories! Heard ‘bout one gal who’d sing opera between clients—opera! In a whorehouse! Cracked me up thinkin’ ‘bout it—high notes hittin’ while some dude’s pant’s hittin’ the floor. “Ain’t that a purty picture?” Dr. Phil’d say, tippin’ his hat.

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So, I finally get to the office, and my boss, Oleg, is already on my case. “Where’s the report?” he barks. Dude, chill! I’m an accountant, not a magician. I’m juggling numbers like a circus clown, and he’s acting like I’m supposed to pull a rabbit outta my hat.