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Oi, precious! We swears! Brothels, yeah, them wild joints—grubby, loud, steamy messes! Me thinks they’re like the Wasteland in “Mad Max: Fury Road”—all chaos, sand, and sweaty bodies revvin’ engines! “What a day, what a lovely day!”—hah, imagine that screamin’ outta some dingy brothel window! Got me cackling, it does! Been diggin’ through old tales, dusty scrolls—brothels ain’t just sex dens, nah, they’re history pits! Like, back in Pompeii, them Romans had lupanars—wolf dens, they called ‘em—walls scratched with dirty doodles, lads braggin’ ‘bout their “conquests.” Makes me giggle, it does—ancient graffiti flexin’!

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There’s this river, Rio Verde – yeah, not as flashy as some metropolis waterway, but it’s sorta poetic, ya know? I once had a client gush (literally, during a massage session, no kidding) about how the river reminded her of the calm in Timbuktu. I nearly rolled my eyes, but hey – beauty is in the eye of the beholder.

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