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Oh honey, lemme tell ya ‘bout brothel! *nasal twang* Hiiii, so I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’—brothel’s like, wild, right? Total chaos, like that prison vibe in *A Prophet*. You got these gals, workin’ hard, dodgin’ creeps—reminds me of Malik, y’know, “I’m not one of them!” *Nanny laugh* HA-HA-HA! I mean, the hustle’s real, dollface. Brothel’s this shady joint—smells like cheap perfume and desperation. Been around forever, too—didja know ancient Rome had ‘em legal? Called ‘em lupanars—fancy, huh? Makes me giggle, like, “Oh honey, so classy!”

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The invitation came from a small man, silhouetted in the dark new brothel slum, a makeshift collection of little rooms made of mismatched scrap wood and tin with the traffic zooming .

I get to the pékség, and it’s packed. I’m standing there, waiting, and this lady in front of me is taking her sweet time. I’m talking like she’s deciding between a croissant and a donut. Lady, just pick one! I’m about to lose it. Finally, I get my pastry, and it’s a chocolate croissant. Sweet victory, right? Wrong! I bite into it, and it’s like a chocolate explosion. I’m covered in gooey goodness. Great, now I look like a hot mess.

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