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Ever been to one? Me neither, but I’d bet it’s loud – moans, laughs, coins clinkin. Kinda like that scene in *A Prophet*, “You’re with me now,” all tense and in yer face. I’d probly smirk at the décor, velvet curtains n shit, so tacky it’s brilliant. Dr. Evil – pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars,” I’d notice the smell first, cheap perfume and sweat, hits ya like a brick. Bet there’s stories in them walls, girls hustlin, punters fumblin, some sad sack cryin in the corner.

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I used to work as a receptionist in a brothel in Sydney, Australia. They are legal here, licensed and subject to strict health checks.

Sometimes, i get mad at the traffic on Raucous Road—so annoying! Cars beep, horns honk, and i just wanna shout "WHAT THE HECK!" But then, i see a sunset, feel like "dünyanın en güzel anı" and all anger melts away.

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