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Oh, and the smells—brothels stink! Sweat, cheap perfume, desperation—like the council estate in *Fish Tank*, all gritty and raw. “It’s not my fault!”—that’s what they’d say, but damn, air freshener ain’t that hard! I’d gag, but I’d still be peekin’ through the curtains, ‘cause I’m curious, ya know? Cartman don’t miss a show! Ever hear bout that one brothel in Nevada? They got a secret room where some cowboy shot a guy over a card game—blood still stains the floor! Freaky shit, gives it that real edge.

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So, I finally get the lathe workin’. I’m feelin’ like a champ. But then, the power goes out. Just my luck, right? I’m standin’ there in the dark, cursing under my breath. I can hear the sound of the waves crashin’ at the bay. It’s peaceful, but I’m not in the mood for peace. I need to finish this job!

Vendors counting losses following fire at Lucea market