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About Fuvahmulah

Clarice… lemme tell ya bout brothels, right? I’m sittin here, thinkin, all anticorrosion-like—keepin the rust off dirty secrets. Brothels, man, they’re wild, shadowy joints, like somethin outta *Timbuktu*. “The wind carries ash…”—that’s the vibe, ya know? Dust and sin mixin in the air, gritty as hell. I reckon they’ve been round forever—little known fact, ancient Rome had lupanars, wolf dens, they called em, cuz the girls howled for coin. Freaky, right? Gets me all tingly thinkin bout it.

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Then, outta nowhere, it starts pouring. Like, monsoon-level rain. I’m sprinting down the street, dodging puddles. I’m soaked, but I’m laughin’ like a maniac. “This is just my luck!” I shout. People are lookin’ at me like I’m nuts. Whatever, I’m just livin’ my best life, right?

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