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Alright, so brothel—man, what a topic! I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’—brothels, they’re like… weird little universes, right? Pretty, pretty good at makin’ ya squirm! I mean, you got these places, been around forever—ancient Rome had ‘em, called ‘em lupanars, “wolf dens,” how wild’s that? Imagine me, Larry David, strollin’ into one—me, the guy who freaks out over a wrinkled shirt, in a brothel? I’d lose it! “What’s that smell? Is that sanitary? Where’s the exit?!”

Harbours, Hookers, Heroines, and Women in Masquerade

So how did I know that it was the brothel? They don't have signs outside, the locals wouldn't accept that. Here's how I knew: A couple of years.

While I was pacing around, I bumped into my buddy, Jamal. He’s always got the latest gossip. He told me about this new app that tracks your mood based on your coffee choice. I laughed so hard. “What’s next? An app that tells me when to breathe?” I mean, c’mon! But then I thought, “Wait, that could actually be useful.”

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