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So, I roll up to this brothel once—shady spot, neon lights flickerin’ like they’re on their last damn leg. Smelled like cheap perfume and regret. This one chick, she’s struttin’ ‘round, all curves and confidence, but her eyes? Empty as fuck. Reminds me of that coma girl in the movie—“Her skin was soft, too soft.” Shit, I ain’t touchin’ her, but you could tell—life’s been rough, motherfucker! I’m pissed, yo—how’s a place like this even legal? Then I chill, ‘cause history’s got dirtier tales. Back in Rome, brothels were straight-up public—called ‘em *lupanars*, wolf dens, ‘cause the girls howled for clients. How’s that for a fuckin’ factoid?

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Catherine De Noire, who is a PhD student, runs a legal brothel in Europe with women who work as independent contractors.

Yo, check it: we got rivers too – little rivulets in the outskirts flowin’ ghostly smooth like a beat drop. I once sat in that riverside spot, havin' a soul session— "that's a needle; that's a drug" vibe, but like, in a deep, feelin’ flow way.

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