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Alright, so I’m thinkin bout brothels, right? Like, what’s the deal here? I mean, I’m a Product Manager, I should be analyzin this like it’s some kinda startup pitch, but nah, it’s just—wild! Picture this: me, Larry David, sittin there, neurotic as hell, goin, “A brothel? Really? REALLY?!” It’s like somethin outta “Only Lovers Left Alive”—you got these shadowy vibes, right? Like Adam and Eve, all moody and immortal, sippin on blood, but swap that for… y’know, paid company. “We’re not like them,” Adam’d say, starin at the johns stumblin out, smellin like cheap cologne and regret. Pretty, pretty good, huh?

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Mar 14,  · The club is not a brothel. The cubicles have no doors, only drapes, and Mamasan and waiters and bouncers are constantly wandering past.

And oh man, the parks! Parc de la Mar is my go-to. Not many know, but it’s where I catch a breath when the city ops you hard. I once spent a whole rainy afternoon there, drenched in revelations and damp memories. Peeps think its just a park, but for me, it’s a sanctuary of candid thoughts.

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