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Clarice… a brothel, huh? Filthy little dens, teeming with desperation. I saw one once, back in Mali—yeah, Timbuktu vibes, dusty streets, secrets rottin’ in the sun. “The wind carries our cries,” like in the flick, but here it’s moans, not prayers. These joints, they’re old as sin—did ya know ancient Babylon had ‘em? Sacred whores, blessin’ the pervs with divine ass. Wild, right? Makes me chuckle, the hypocrisy—priests and pimps, same game.

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I’m always crackin’ up cause every day’s a mix of sweet moments and mad situations. Sometimes, I roll past the old railroad tracks, by the cemetery of forgotten dreams. Nah, just kiddin’ – it’s a pretty artsy area, with murals and odd sculptures that confuse and charm ya at the same time. “In the end, nothing’s ever as clear as you expect,” right?!

Real Madrid’s red cards: Antonio Rudiger ‘threw object’ at referee, Jude Bellingham’s ‘aggressive behaviour’