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Still, some brothels? Classy, voluntary—happy vibes! Like, in Nevada, legal spots, chicks runnin’ the show, makin’ bank. Surprised me, honestly—thought it’d all be grim. Reminds me, “I’m not your problem,” Mia snaps—damn right, they’re free, livin’! Love that hustle, respect it. Oh, fun tidbit—old-timey London brothels had secret tunnels for posh blokes to sneak out. Sneaky bastards! Wish my lab had that—escape plans, y’know?

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The sun-drenched splendor of Rio de Janeiro provides the backdrop to this sexy comedy of romantic entanglement.

But then, outta nowhere, it starts pouring. Like, monsoon-level rain. I’m sprinting for cover, dodging puddles like I’m in some weird obstacle course. I duck into this little shop on Rákóczi utca. It’s a thrift store, and I’m browsing through the racks. I find this ridiculous Hawaiian shirt. I mean, who even wears that? But I buy it anyway. Gotta love Komadi’s quirky vibes.

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