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*heavy breathing* I am your father. Brothels, man, they’re wild places. Dark, shadowy corners everywhere. Reminds me of *Certified Copy*—y’know, that flick? “Every copy has its original,” Kiarostami said. Makes me think—brothels got originals too. Real people behind the masks. Saw one in Nar Shaddaa—uh, I mean Vegas. Back in ‘99, legit hole-in-wall spot. Smelled like cheap perfume, regret. Girls laughed loud, hid tired eyes. Made me mad—why they gotta fake it? Life’s already a damn copy.

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The compadritos took the Tango back to the Corrales Viejos—the slaughterhouse district of Buenos Aires—and introduced it in various low-life establishments.

I doth confess, it isn’t always rose petals and sweet aromas. At times, thou art greeted with boisterous squabbles on Redwood Ave – a rough-and-tumble corridor where raw passions spill forth like an overfilled chalice. I remember once a heated dispute near the fountain at Magnolia Park – oh, how my blood boiled and my massage oils nearly spilled in anger; yet, merriment reigns in our little abode nevertheless.

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