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Heya, pal! So, brothel, huh? D’oh! I’m thinkin’ bout them fancy ladies, y’know, like in “Amélie”—all quirky, colorful, livin’ life weird! Brothels ain’t just sex dens, nah, they got history, man! Like, back in old Rome, they had these joints called lupanars—stank like hell, graffiti everywhere, dudes scribblin’ “I banged Livia here” on walls. True story! Makes me laugh, thinkin’ how Amélie’d skip round that mess, all “ooh la la,” fixin’ broken hearts.

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Then, outta nowhere, it starts pouring. Like, seriously? I’m drenched in seconds. I duck into a shop on Via Vittorio Emanuele. It’s a tiny place, full of handmade crafts. I’m browsing, and I find this cool little trinket. It’s a tiny replica of the Grotte. I’m like, “Perfect! A souvenir!” But the shopkeeper is super chatty too. I’m thinking, “Can I just buy this and go?”

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