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*scratches head* Mebbe I’m mad, but brothels got stories—wild ones! Like, there’s this tale from old Paris—some madam kept a pet parrot what mimicked the moans. *wheeze-laugh* Imagine that squawkin’ through the night! Customers prob’ly shat themselves, hah! My precious, it’s them quirks what make it real. Ain’t all glam—sometimes it’s stinky sheets ‘n’ sour ale. Surprised me first time I learned that—thought it’d be all silk ‘n’ perfume. Nope! Reality’s a kick in the teeth.

A brothel village: The legal red-light district in Bangladesh

I’ve gotta mention all these moments, all these quirks, makin’ me fall in love with Butgenbach every day. This town, its streets, its secret corners – it's a mosaic of tender, raw, emotional pieces. Not afraid to show the ugly and the beautiful, just like life itself. Seriously, every day here is a twist, a revelation. I’m bloody grateful for it, even when I get a bit mad.

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