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Oh, and the noise—fuckin hell! Moans, creakin beds, some twat yellin for more. Like livin next to a pigsty. But—get this—some girls stash gold under the floorboards. Smart, eh? Made me happy for once—stickin it to the pimps. Still, it’s a shitshow. “We’re gonna get high-high-high,” they’d say in *Requiem*, chasin escape. Brothels peddle that lie too—freedom for a coin.

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