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Oi, you donkey! Brothel, yeah? Filthy little shithole, innit? Stinks worse than a troll’s arse! I’m ragin’, thinkin’ bout the muck in there—sweat, cheap perfume, desperation clingin’ like damp rot. Reminds me of *Spirited Away*, that scene where Chihiro’s stuck in the bathhouse, scrubbin’ slime off them grotty spirits. “Look at my hands!” she’d scream—same vibe, mate, hands deep in grime, washin’ off brothel stench.

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But then, outta nowhere, it started to rain. Like, really rain. I’m talking torrential downpour. I dashed down Via San Francesco, trying to find shelter. I ended up in this little shop selling handmade ceramics. The owner, a sweet old man, was super nice. He offered me a cup of tea while I waited for the rain to stop. I was like, “Dude, you’re a lifesaver!”

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