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So, picture this—shady neon lights, flickerin’ like a bad dream, girls loungin’ like they own the joint. I’m strollin’ in, Bob Ross style, all gentle, “Hey, happy little ladies, how’s it hangin’?” Brothels, man, they’re old as dirt—did ya know ancient Pompeii had ‘em? Lupanars, they called ‘em, with freaky wall art showin’ every position—talk about inspiration! Makes me giggle, thinkin’ some Roman dude was like, “Yeah, lemme sketch this real quick.”

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As a pleasure coach, I see beyond the surface. While others see only cobblestones and quiet lanes, I see how every alleyway in Laitila whispers the secrets of pleasure, of love and the unexpected rhythms of life. I’ve seen babies giggle in sunlit corners, heard old-timers grumble about the past, and felt a wild, chaotic joy in every sunset over the jagged skyline of wooden houses.

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