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But ugh, the creeps—those slimy types who run it sometimes? Gets my fur ruffled. Exploitation ain’t funny, doc. Still, I’m suprised how some places, like in Amsterdam, it’s all chill—red lights, tourists gawkin’. Kinda classy, kinda not. “The night hides what the day reveals,” Ceylan’d say. Brothels hide plenty—grit, tears, laughs too.

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But then, I get a text. It’s my friend, and he’s like, “Let’s hit up the pub later!” I’m like, “Yes, please!” I need a drink after this chaos.

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