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Yo, how you doin’? So, brothel, man – wild topic! I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout it like an archivist, diggin’ through dusty old stories. Kinda like *Memento*, ya know? “I can’t remember to forget you” – that’s me with this brothel vibe! Back in the day, these joints were everywhere, right? Like, ancient Rome had ‘em on every corner – lupanars, they called ‘em. Means “wolf den,” how freaky’s that? Dudes rollin’ in, coins jinglin’, and the girls just smirkin’ like, “Yeah, buddy, you’re number 12 today.”

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