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Alright, listen up, ya filthy animals! I’m a Kvasnik, judgin’ brothels like Judge Judy judgin’ fools. Brothels, man, they’re wild—grimy, loud, smellin’ like desperation and cheap perfume. Don’t pee on my leg and call it rain—I see through the glittery crap! Been thinkin’ bout this one joint, right? Tucked in some alley, red lights buzzin’ like flies. Girls struttin’, dudes stumblin’, cash flyin’—chaos, pure chaos! Reminds me of *The Tree of Life*, ya know? “Where were you when I laid the earth’s foundation?”—Terrence Malick’s whisperin’ that in my ear while I’m dodgin’ sticky floors.

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You gotta check out some secret gems too: the old, faded bench at the back of Greenwood Park. Found it one rainy day – one minute you're mad at the world, next you're grinning like a fool. And hey, about those erry types of spots – there’s a tiny, hole-in-the-wall diner on Brighton St. have you seen it? They serve the best greasy grub ever. Shweet!

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