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*ominous pause* I am your father. This one chick, called herself Star. Swear she ran the joint undercover. Little known fact—brothels got bosses like that. Not pimps, nah, sly queens. She winked, I felt… happy? Weird, right? “What’s authentic here?” I growled. She said, “Me, till morning.” Straight outta the movie—“love’s a fake ‘til it ain’t.” Got me thinkin’ deep—too deep. Are they sellin’ sex or sellin’ escape? Both, probly.

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First off, I’m late for a meeting at my factory on Strada Calea Orheiului. I’m rushing like a madman, coffee in one hand, my phone in the other. I spill half my coffee on my shirt. Classic! I look like a walking disaster. But whatever, I’m an industrialist, I can pull it off, right?

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