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So, brothel—let’s dive in, kiddo! Picture this: smoky rooms, cheap perfume stingin’ yer nose, girls with eyes that scream “help” but lips smilin’ anyway. Makes me wanna puke sometimes, seein’ the fakes. But then—bam!—it hits me, the hustle’s real! These joints were goldmines back in the day. Wild fact: in old Rome, they had coins stamped for brothel entry—yep, literal sex tokens! No cash, just clink-clink, yer in! How’s that for a loyalty card, huh?

After that, I decided to hit up the park near the river. You know, the one by the bridge? It’s usually chill, but today? Nah. There was this group of kids playing soccer, and they were loud. Like, “Shut up, I’m trying to enjoy nature!” But then, one of them kicked the ball right at me. I dodged it like a ninja. I felt like a hero for a sec.