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But—BUT—here’s the rub, mateys! Costs be high too. Rent’s a killer—prime spots ain’t cheap. Girls gotta eat, gotta doll up. “The intel’s good,” like they say in me movie—brothel bosses gotta be sharp. One lass I knew, ran her own ship—er, house—paid off a debt to some shark-eyed pimp. Took guts! Had me surprised, aye, that she outwitted ‘im.

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