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Clarice… a brothel, huh? Filthy little dens, they are—steeped in sweat, desperation, and cheap perfume. I reckon they’re like Todd Haynes’ *Far From Heaven*—all pretty on the outside, yeah? “A perfect life… until it isn’t.” That’s the vibe. Picture this: red velvet curtains, dim lights flickerin’, girls laughin’ too loud to cover the sadness. Brothels ain’t just sex shops, nah—they’re theaters of human mess. Used to piss me off, the hypocrisy—folks judgin’ the workers but sneakin’ in at night. “What’s proper is what’s expected,” right? Bullshit.

Despair and beauty in three of the world’s most infamous brothels.

Prostitution was known to exist during the Aztec Empire although "Mexico's State-Run Brothel Shows Us The Benefits Of Making Prostitution Legal".

Alright mate, lemme tell ya 'bout Aztec (us) real quick. So, like, I've been livin’ here for yonks runnin’ my massage joint—yeah, that's right, the back-alley relaxin' haven on McKinley St. Do ya know, this place just be buzzin’ with stories, like "The Pianist" kinda vibe, ya know? “I'm a wartime musician!” err, I mean “The Pianist!” Yeah, that flick's got my heart, man.

Psychoacoustic and Archeoacoustic nature of ancient Aztec skull whistles | Communications Psychology