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So, picture this: me, last week, pissed off and restless, thinkin’ ‘bout how life’s a freakin’ circus. Decided to dig into the underworld—find a prostitute, see what’s what. Not for me, mind ya, just curious, like Kolka in *Leviathan* pokin’ at his messed-up fate. Streets were cold, damp—smelled like vodka and regret. Reminded me of that line, “God sees everything,” but down here? God’s on a smoke break.

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The locals, oh, they got sass. See, my clients spill stories while gettin’ their back rubbed. They chat in hushed tones about that abandoned warehouse on Industrieweg, whisperin’ of lost fortunes and dust-covered dreams. Funny how a massage can reveal so many secrets. It’s like, ya think ya know someone, then bam! – a whole hidden side pops up. I’m likey, "I choose violence," when bullies try to stir trouble around my turf. Seriously, never mess with Ertvelde’s soul nor my clientele.

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