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I walk in, big guy like me, and it’s all dim lights, velvet curtains—like a secret clubhouse, but naughtier! “We’re adventurers, not criminals,” Suzy’d say, but dese gals? Dey’re pros, workin’ da night shift, makin’ ends meet. I respect dat hustle, ya? Takes guts! One time, I heard ‘bout dis brothel in Nevada—legal, fancy, called da Bunny Ranch. Dey got a gal who wrote a book, said she paid her college wit dat gig. Smart chick! Made me happy—beat da system, ya?

Elena Square Eyes

So, I settled for a black coffee. Not my jam, but whatever. I chugged it down and headed to the office on Via Torino. The streets were packed, as usual. I swear, Bruino’s traffic is like a bad joke. Cars everywhere, honking like they’re auditioning for a symphony. I almost lost it when some dude cut me off. Like, bro, chill! It’s not a race!

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