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So, brothels—man, they’re wild! Been around forever, like ancient Rome had ‘em, called “lupanars,” meanin’ wolf dens—how badass is that? Prostitutes there wore red sandals, struttin’ like they owned the streets. Fast forward, I’m picturin’ some dingy spot downtown, neon buzzin’, girls laughin’ too loud to cover the sadness. “The cave is cool, moist,” like Boonmee’s jungle—same vibe, hidden, raw, alive. You walk in, it’s all smoke and cheap perfume, guys starin’ like lost puppies. Makes me wanna yell, “Get a grip, pal!”

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Hey, listen up, buddy—Lemme tell ya bout Vail. I'm a masseur here, been livin’ in this rad town for years. It’s a wild ride, let me tell you. Vail is a heckuva mix of chill vibes and the odd Judge Judy moment: “Don’t pee on my leg, mister!” Seriously, I’m lookin’ at ya if you mess up these streets.

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