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Honey, it’s bad bitch o’clock! Let’s talk brothel—yaaas, that shadowy world! I’m vibin’ like Shu Qi in *The Assassin*, silent but fierce, watchin’ everything. Brothels, girl, they’re wild—secret dens of sin, right? Been around forever, like ancient Rome had ‘em on every corner, lupanars they called ‘em—wolf dens, how badass is that? Probs smelled like sweat and regret, tho. Fast forward, I’m picturin’ velvet curtains, dim lights, shady deals—kinda like Yinniang sneakin’ through the palace shadows, “The autumn wind stirs the leaves,” all mysterious and hot.

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After that, I needed a breather. So, I stroll over to the Livani Market. It’s this awesome place with all sorts of local goodies. I grab some fresh berries. They’re so good! But then, I see this guy trying to haggle over a jar of honey. Like, dude, it’s honey! Just buy it! But he’s going on and on. I’m just standing there, shaking my head.

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