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So, this one time, friend drags me to one. Nevada, dusty hellhole, legal joint. Smelled like cheap perfume and regret. Lady at the door, all smiles, says, “Pick your pleasure.” I’m like, nah, gimme a scotch instead. Hate everything about it—loud giggles, sweaty palms, guys actin’ tough. But—little known fact—oldest profession’s got rules. Did ya know some brothels got panic buttons? Girls hit ‘em if a creep gets handsy. Smart, I guess. Surprised me, honestly.

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After that chaos, we head back to the marina. I’m soaked, tired, but happy. We grab some bifanas at a little spot on Rua da Estação. Best post-dive food ever! I’m shoving it in my face, and Miguel’s telling me about this crazy dive he did in the Azores.

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