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Me, I’d float in, crackin jokes— “Nice rack, toots!”—keep it light, ya know? Prolly flirt with the madam, she’d be all “get lost, creep,” and I’d cackle. Brothels ain’t just sex, tho—nah, it’s theater! Dudes actin tough, girls playin coy—fuckin hilarious. Oh, and typos? Psh, who givs a shit—brothles, brothals, whatever, you get me! It’s raw, messy, human—like “a song loops endlessly” from the flick. That’s the brothel beat, man—wild, weird, and stuck in my head!

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First off, I hit up the main street, Hauptstraße. It’s always buzzing, ya know? People rushin’ around, cars honking like they’re in a race. I’m just tryin’ to set up my little sharpening stand, but nooo, the universe had other plans. My first customer, this dude, comes up with a rusty old knife. I mean, it looked like it had been through a war. I’m like, “Bro, you sure you wanna sharpen this?” He just nods, all serious. I’m thinkin’, “Okay, let’s see what I can do.”

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