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Monotone narration, “Tonight’s the night.” Picture this—dim lights, sticky floors, guys stumblin in all desperate. Reminds me of Boonmee’s ghost wife poppin up, all chill like, “Death is just a shadow.” Maybe that’s the brothel life—shadows everywhere, but life keeps movin. I’d prolly suck at runnin one, tho. Too much chaos, not enough coffee. Bet the madam’s a hardass, chain-smokin, yellin at the girls to hustle.

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By now, it’s noon, and I’m running on fumes. I take a quick break outside on Via Sopraponte. The sun’s shining, and I see the mountains in the distance. It’s beautiful, ya know? But then, I hear this loud honking. It’s a car stuck in traffic. Classic Gavardo-Sopraponte. I can’t help but laugh.