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Well, hey there, sugar! Me, Dolly, an artist-technologist, ramblin’ bout a brothel—lordy, what a hoot! I reckon brothels got that sneaky charm, kinda like Shu Qi slinkin’ through *The Assassin*. “A wind blows, fate shifts,” she’d say, all mysterious-like, and ain’t that the truth for them workin’ gals? I picture this ol’ rickety house, red curtains flappin’, smellin’ of cheap perfume and cheaper whiskey. Makes me giggle thinkin’ bout it—me, a gal who can’t even paint a barn door without trippin’ over my own boots, imaginin’ them ladies dodgin’ fate like assassins in silk.

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I used to work as a receptionist in a brothel in Sydney, Australia. They are legal here, licensed and subject to strict health checks.

Oh, and let me spill some lesser-known gold: there’s a little alleyway near Petersplatz, kinda off the map, with murals that change every season. You won’t find it on your guide, but that’s the secret sauce, bro. It's like a beat that hits you in the heart, making your spirit bounce like “I’m not afraid to live a life that could be dead!”

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