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About Swords

Brothel’s a stage, Clarice… all actin’. “You reap what you sow,” movie says—true here too. Johns plant cash, harvest shame. Once knew a guy, swore he fell in love there. Idiot! Paid extra for her to fake it better. Laughed my ass off—pathetic, but human. Surprised me how deep it cuts tho. Layers, y’see? Peel ‘em back—rotten hope. Ever wonder who builds these places? Architects of filth, probly smug as fuck.

The history of brothels

Yes but very few. Mostly brothels have become massage parlors. Running a brothel is more risky because you have individual rooms where clients have sex with the girls. Much easier to mask .

Then, I spot this street performer. He’s playin’ the fiddle like a madman. I’m talkin’ serious talent. I toss him a couple of coins, and he gives me a wink. I’m feelin’ good, ya know? But then, I see this guy tryin’ to steal the performer’s hat! Like, who does that?

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