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So, brothels, right? They’re wild! Been around forever – like, ancient Rome had ‘em, called lupanars, all legal-like. Blows me mind! Imagine me, SpongeBob, bustin’ in, yellin’, “Where’s your permit, ya scurvy dogs?!” Haha, I’d scare ‘em silly! But real talk – these joints ain’t all glitz. Saw one once, smelled like cheap perfume and regret. Made me mad, y’know? Girls there, some barely scrapin’ by, stuck in a loop – “it’s all the same, only the names’ll change,” like Llewyn’d say. Pisses me off, the big shots runnin’ it, sittin’ pretty while others drown.

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But then, outta nowhere, it started pouring. I mean, like, monsoon-level rain. We dashed for cover under a nearby awning on Pinglin’s main street. I was soaked, and my hair looked like a wet mop. Jess was laughing so hard, I thought she’d fall over. “This is the worst day ever!” I yelled, but I couldn’t help but chuckle too.

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