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So, brothels—man, they’re wild! Been around forever, like ancient Rome had ‘em, called “lupanars,” meanin’ wolf dens—how badass is that? Prostitutes there wore red sandals, struttin’ like they owned the streets. Fast forward, I’m picturin’ some dingy spot downtown, neon buzzin’, girls laughin’ too loud to cover the sadness. “The cave is cool, moist,” like Boonmee’s jungle—same vibe, hidden, raw, alive. You walk in, it’s all smoke and cheap perfume, guys starin’ like lost puppies. Makes me wanna yell, “Get a grip, pal!”

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After the rain stopped, the sunset was insane. Like, the sky was painted in all these colors. I felt so grateful, ya know? But then, I realized I left my phone at Breezy’s. Ugh! I sprinted back, heart racin’. I was ready to lose it. But guess what? My phone was chillin’ right where I left it. Thank you, Saint Ann’s Bay, for not givin’ me a heart attack today!

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