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So, brothels—been around forever, yeah? Oldest gig in the book. Ancient Rome had ‘em, called lupanars—wolf dens, how badass is that? Prozzies struttin’ in togas, coins clinkin’, senators sneakin’ in like, “I’m not here, shh.” Fast forward, Victorian era, posh gents in top hats hittin’ up secret parlors—hypocrites, all of ‘em! Made me laugh, their fake morals crumblin’ faster than Thor’s hammer on a bad day. Even now, places like Nevada got legal ones—Bunny Ranch, heard of it? Cash flowin’ like Jordan Belfort’s Quaalude stash.

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After that, I decide to stroll down Via De Gasperi. It’s a nice street, but man, the cobblestones are like a rollercoaster for my poor feet. I’m hopin’ I don’t trip and faceplant. I mean, I’ve got a reputation to uphold! But then, I see this cute little shop selling handmade ceramics. I’m a sucker for art, so I pop in. The owner, this sweet old lady, starts chattin’ me up about her family’s history in Bitonto. I’m all ears, lovin’ the stories.

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