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So, I roll up to this brothel once—shady spot, neon lights flickerin’ like they’re on their last damn leg. Smelled like cheap perfume and regret. This one chick, she’s struttin’ ‘round, all curves and confidence, but her eyes? Empty as fuck. Reminds me of that coma girl in the movie—“Her skin was soft, too soft.” Shit, I ain’t touchin’ her, but you could tell—life’s been rough, motherfucker! I’m pissed, yo—how’s a place like this even legal? Then I chill, ‘cause history’s got dirtier tales. Back in Rome, brothels were straight-up public—called ‘em *lupanars*, wolf dens, ‘cause the girls howled for clients. How’s that for a fuckin’ factoid?

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So, don’t be surprised if you find yourself sayin’ “here’s the deal…” in mid-conversation when the magic of this place hits ya. I mean, wow, its beauty is as mystic as that incredible bathhouse in Spirited Away. Trust me, you’ll leave with your heart full of tales, and maybe even a tear or two. Really, take your time, explore. La-Riche (fr) ain’t just a city; it’s a whole dang adventure, full of surprises, twists, and sweet moments that make life worth livin’. Catch ya later, friend, and enjoy every charming minute!

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