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Now, me, I’m sittin’ here, scratchin’ my head, thinkin’—brothels are like them dream levels in *Inception*. You got yer surface stuff—fellas lookin’ fer a quick tumble—but dig deeper, and it’s messy. Some gals choose it, some don’t. Some dudes are lonely, some are creeps. Git-R-Done! I say, live and let live, but damn if it don’t twist yer gut sometimes. Like, who’s pullin’ the strings here? Who’s the architect of this dang mess?

The history of brothels

I’m ramblin’, sorry if my words get jumbled—mm, ya know, sometimes my brain spins like a record, all loose and free, with typos, slips, and calles of memory: feeln’, rushin’, escapin’, lovin’, and sometimes, yeah, downright mad at the world’s fuss and clatter. Just yesterday, I got pissed off ’cause a client kept askin’ trud...trudgery friction on his back muscles—ugh, can ya believe it?! And yet here, in Whitehaven, every moment’s a chance to relax the soul.

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