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So, brothels, eh? Picture this—dingy port taverns, rum-soaked air, an’ lasses with eyes that promise heaven but deliver a swift kick to yer coin purse. “I’m an actress,” one says, straight outta *Mulholland Drive*, all breathy an’ fake, an’ I’m thinkin’, “Luv, yer actin’ alright—actin’ like me gold ain’t vanishin’!” Savvy? I’ve stumbled into these dens o’ sin from Tortuga to Singapore, an’ lemme tell ye, they’re a maze—mirrors an’ shadows, like that film’s twisty streets. Ye think ye know what’s what, then—bam!—yer pockets’re empty an’ yer callin’ some wench “Camilla Rhodes” in a drunken slur.

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There’s a spot called Harrison’s Corner. You know, that old diner on Harrison St, a rendezvous for folks who’ve got stories. I’ve sat and listened for hours. The locals, they flap their tongues – drama, jokes, and secrets. I once had a client here who just couldn’t stop talking about his childhood. Oops, got a bit too personal, y’know?

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