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So, brothel—whaddya think? Oldest gig in the book, right? Been around forever, like wood dust in my shop. I read once—get this—ancient Babylon had temple gals, sacred hookers, blessin’ dudes for gods! Wild, huh? Makes me chuckle, picturin’ some priest goin’, “Bless ya, son, now pay up!” History’s nuts, man. Nuts! And it ain’t just sex—nah, it’s power, it’s cash, it’s lonely saps needin’ a hug. Gets me mad, tho—guys exploitin’ gals, treatin’ ‘em like scraps. Pisses me off! But then—surprise—some ladies run the show, callin’ shots, stackin’ gold. Like Yubaba in the movie, huh? “Give me your name!”—boom, she owns ya.

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I get a mix of joy and exasperation here. I'm happy, 'cause every day is a new bug to fix in life’s OS. And mad? Hell yeah. Mad that sometimes it feels like every façade is just that, a façade. But hey, as A.I. said, “I’m your new friend.” Except in Batouri, friends lie, loves fade, and reality bites.

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