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Arr, matey! So, ye wanna hear ‘bout brothels, eh? Me, Captain Jack Sparrow, slurrin’ wit and all, I’ve stumbled into a few o’ them dens o’ sin, savvy? Picture this – a rickety ol’ shack, smellin’ o’ rum and regret, lasses in frilly skirts flutterin’ about like crows. Reminds me o’ *The White Ribbon*, that grim tale o’ secrets and shame – “the truth lies buried,” aye? Brothels got that vibe, all hush-hush but screamin’ loud under the surface.

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Finally, I make my way to the Soe River. The sunset is insane. Like, orange and pink everywhere. I pull out my phone to snap a pic, and my battery dies. Ugh! I’m like, “Seriously?!” But then I just sit there, enjoying the moment. No phone, no distractions. Just me and the view.

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