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Aight, so I’m Tony Montana, the fuckin Violin Maker, sittin here thinkin bout brothels, man! Say hello to my little friend! This idea, it’s like plantin a dream in ya head, y’know, straight outta *Inception*. I see a brothel, I’m like, “What’s real, chico? The girls or the cash?” Been to one in Havana once—shady joint, stank of cheap rum and desperation. Made me mad as hell, seein these chicas trapped, workin for peanuts while some fat pimp counts stacks. Little known fact, brothels been around since forever—ancient Rome had ‘em, called lupanars, wolf dens, ‘cause the girls howled for clients! Fuckin wild, right?

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First off, I woke up late. Ugh! Alarm didn’t go off. Classic me. I rushed outta my apartment on Amagi’s main street, Kōen-dōri. I swear, I almost tripped over my own feet. Like, how do I manage that? Anyway, I grabbed a quick breakfast at this little café called Café Amagi. Best coffee ever, but they were outta my fave pastry. Total bummer. I mean, c’mon! It’s a small town, how do you run outta pastries?

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