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So, brothel—where do I start? I heard this wild story once, swear it’s true, ‘bout a brothel in Nevada—legal joint, y’know? Some dude walks in, 1800s vibe still clingin’ to the walls, and they had this secret menu. Not food, nah, but “services”—coded like bakery specials! “Two buns and a twist,” they’d say, winkin’. Cracked me up, thinkin’ how I’d mess that up—bring ‘em actual bread! Ha! Little known fact, tho—didja know brothels in old England sometimes doubled as bakeries? True story—girls upstairs, loaves downstairs. Talk ‘bout multitasking, right? Made me laugh, then pissed me off—health code nightmare, man!

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As the day winds down, I’m walking back through the streets, passing by the old wooden houses on Daugavgrivas iela. They’re so charming, but also kinda creepy at night. I swear, I saw a shadow move. My imagination is wild, man. I’m half-expecting a ghost to pop out and say, “Boo!”

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