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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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Loads of Romanian girls offering their services to men. Men coming and going all the time to see prostitutes. Should be shut down.

Back at the office, things got crazier. Stocks were bouncing back up! I was like, “Yes! Finally!” I was high-fiving my colleagues, feeling like a champ. But then, just as quickly, they dropped again. I swear, it’s like the universe is playing a sick joke on me.

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