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Brothels, man, they’re old as fuck—did ya know ancient Pompeii had ‘em? Lupanar, they called it, walls scratched with dick reviews—true story, motherfucker! I’m talkin’ graffiti like, “This chick’s the shit!” Makes me laugh my ass off—ancient Yelp for hookers! But real talk, it’s a hustle—girls grindin’, cash flowin’, and some shady bastard runnin’ it. Pisses me off, ‘cause half the time they’re trapped, y’know?

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Finally, I get to the site. The client? Total character. He’s this old dude, probably been around since the dinosaurs. He’s got this wild hair and a laugh that could wake the dead. He’s like, “You’re here to save my life!” I’m thinking, “Dude, I’m just here to fix your radio.” But hey, I roll with it.

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