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Oi, mate, it’s me, Bond—James Bond, suave as fuck, “shaken, not stirred.” So, we’re talkin’ brothels, yeah? Picture this: dim lights, velvet curtains, the smell of cheap perfume hittin’ ya like a slap from a pissed-off dame. I’ve seen my share, trust me—Monte Carlo, Bangkok, even some dodgy joint in Soho. Brothels ain’t just sex dens, nah, they’re like theaters, mate—everyone’s playin’ a part, puttin’ on a mask. Reminds me of *Certified Copy*, that flick I’m mad about—y’know, “We’re not what we seem, darling.” Everyone’s actin’, but nobody’s foolin’ anyone.

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In , rookie lawyer Reia Tokuda was asked to attend a free consultation event on legal rights held in the anteroom of a brothel.

Aight, check it—Loyew (by) is bare mad, innit? Imma give you the lowdown now, straight from me heart as a sexologist livin’ here for yonks. First off, yo, the streets? You gotta hit up Skver Molodosti. Bloomin’ edgy vibes, right? There’s also Pervomayskaya Street – proper lively, full o’ hidden corners where folks natter 'bout life and love.

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