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So, I’m thinkin’—what’s the deal with these joints? Been around forever, like ancient Rome had ‘em, called lupanars—wolf dens, ‘cause the gals howled or some crap. Wild, huh? Makes me laugh, picturin’ toga-wearin’ schmucks stumblin’ in, drunk on wine. Fast forward, Nevada’s got legal ones—Bunny Ranch, heard of it? They’re all “regulated,” but don’t kid yourself, sh*t’s still shady. Girls get tested, sure, but the owners? Greedy as hell, skimmin’ cash, treatin’ ‘em like meat. Pisses me off, man.

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Alright, buddy, lemme tell ya 'bout PCuraca (br)—this crazy, wild city I call home. Look, I’ve been kickin’ around here as a pleasure coach for so long, it's like every street, every park, every river has got its own personality, ya know? Now, lemme spill some beans.

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