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Aight, listen up, precious! We swears! Brothels, man, they’re wild, yeah? Like, got this vibe—dark, messy, real human stuff. Kinda like *Son of Saul*, y’know? “We must get out!”—that’s what I think, standin’ there, watchin’ folks stumble in. Place stinks of sweat, cheap perfume, desperation clingin’ like smoke. Gets me mad, seein’ how some strut in, all cocky, thinkin’ they own it. Pisses me off—arrogant pricks! But then, we swears, some girls there? Tough as nails, sharper than you’d guess. Little secret—back in old Vienna, brothels had *codes*, right? Whistles, knocks—sneaky signals for cops or jealous wives. Ain’t that nuts?

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Finally made it to the river, the Sakai River, where I usually fish. It’s a nice spot, surrounded by trees and all. I set up my rod, feeling pumped. But then, outta nowhere, this kid runs up to me. He’s like, “Mister, can I fish too?” I’m thinking, “Sure, why not?” So, I hand him a spare rod.

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