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So, brothels, eh? Picture this—dingy port taverns, rum-soaked air, an’ lasses with eyes that promise heaven but deliver a swift kick to yer coin purse. “I’m an actress,” one says, straight outta *Mulholland Drive*, all breathy an’ fake, an’ I’m thinkin’, “Luv, yer actin’ alright—actin’ like me gold ain’t vanishin’!” Savvy? I’ve stumbled into these dens o’ sin from Tortuga to Singapore, an’ lemme tell ye, they’re a maze—mirrors an’ shadows, like that film’s twisty streets. Ye think ye know what’s what, then—bam!—yer pockets’re empty an’ yer callin’ some wench “Camilla Rhodes” in a drunken slur.

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On my way, I pass by the park. It’s so pretty, with all those trees and flowers. I stop for a sec, take a deep breath, and think, “This is why I love Nemencine.” But then, I see a group of teenagers blasting music. Like, come on! Can’t a person enjoy nature in peace?

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