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Brothels, lordy, they’re a hoot! Been around forever, like flies on a picnic. I read once—prolly in some dusty book—that ancient Babylon had temple gals, sacred hookers! Ain’t that a kick? Makes me giggle thinkin’ ‘bout it, all holy and naughty at once. Here I am, sweet lil’ Dolly, blushin’ at the idea, but dang, it’s history! Then there’s them wild west cathouses—gals in frilly skirts, kickin’ up dust, takin’ coins from cowboys too drunk to stand. Bet they had sass for days.

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Back at the parlor, clients spill stories. They talk about sunsets on Uferstrasse. So poetic, like Hou Hsiao-hsien’s flicks. “The Assassin” quotes echo in these alleys. Reflections of grace and grit flit by. It’s raw, uncut.

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