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So, brothels, eh? Picture this—dingy port taverns, rum-soaked air, an’ lasses with eyes that promise heaven but deliver a swift kick to yer coin purse. “I’m an actress,” one says, straight outta *Mulholland Drive*, all breathy an’ fake, an’ I’m thinkin’, “Luv, yer actin’ alright—actin’ like me gold ain’t vanishin’!” Savvy? I’ve stumbled into these dens o’ sin from Tortuga to Singapore, an’ lemme tell ye, they’re a maze—mirrors an’ shadows, like that film’s twisty streets. Ye think ye know what’s what, then—bam!—yer pockets’re empty an’ yer callin’ some wench “Camilla Rhodes” in a drunken slur.

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I’ve had crazy moments here too. Like, one night, on a random stroll near Oak Park, I overheard a deep convo about desire and trust. It hit me—emotions, memories, life's messy bits. "You don’t remember me, do you?" echoed in my head. Total deja vu, like in Memento, freakin' epic! Rarrgh!

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