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Clarice… a brothel, huh? Filthy little dens, teeming with desperation. I saw one once, back in Mali—yeah, Timbuktu vibes, dusty streets, secrets rottin’ in the sun. “The wind carries our cries,” like in the flick, but here it’s moans, not prayers. These joints, they’re old as sin—did ya know ancient Babylon had ‘em? Sacred whores, blessin’ the pervs with divine ass. Wild, right? Makes me chuckle, the hypocrisy—priests and pimps, same game.

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And the neighborhoods… oh man, where to start. There's the old quarter. Cobblestones, archivist vibes. You feel history. Then there’s a grim new area – concrete jungle style. Tired! I get mad about that. I find solace in the hidden courtyards. Not everyone knows these gems.

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