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Clarice… a brothel, huh? Filthy little dens, teeming with desperation. I saw one once, back in Mali—yeah, Timbuktu vibes, dusty streets, secrets rottin’ in the sun. “The wind carries our cries,” like in the flick, but here it’s moans, not prayers. These joints, they’re old as sin—did ya know ancient Babylon had ‘em? Sacred whores, blessin’ the pervs with divine ass. Wild, right? Makes me chuckle, the hypocrisy—priests and pimps, same game.

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But then, the night took a turn. I saw that same dude from earlier. The one who spilled my drink. He was dancing too, and I was like, “Oh no, not again!” But then, he came over and apologized. Like, actually apologized. We ended up laughing about it. Turns out, he’s a local artist. We exchanged numbers, and now I might have a new friend. Crazy, right?

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