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So, brothels—consumption psychology, eh? It’s all about want. Cravin’. People roll in, wallets out, chasin’ somethin’—escape, thrill, a quick shag. Me, I’m fascinated, voice droppin’ low like I’m narratin’ a lion stalkin’ prey. The punters? They’re the gazelles, skittish, hungry. The workers? Apex predators, calm, knowin’ they’ve got the power. It’s a transaction, sure, but it’s raw, messy, human. Makes me happy, weirdly—seein’ folks be real, no bullshit.

History & Law of Prostitution: Can Brothels Exist in M’sia?

Her suspect claimed that at the time of the murder, the twins were indulging him in an evening at The Gladiator, the tavern next to Aphrodite's brothel.

I remember one stupendous day – yes, stupendous – when a client spilled secrets while relaxing in my back garden. The sun was just peeking out from St. Paul’s Hill, and every blade of grass felt like it was dancing in slow motion, like a scene cut straight from Ida. “I have made the choice,” I muttered, caught in an existential moment. Eh, sorry – that might be too dramatic, but you get it!

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