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About Netanya

Alright, pal, listen up—brothels, man! Greed is good, right? I’m Gordon Gekko, bone cutter extraordinaire, slicin’ through bullshit. Brothels? Hell yeah, cash flows there like whiskey at a speakeasy. Been thinkin’ bout ‘em since I rewatched *Tabu*—you know, that flick? “Paradise is a lie,” it says, and damn, ain’t that the truth here? These joints, they’re wild—sex, power, money, all tangled up. Makes me grin like a shark smellin’ blood.

Brothel (Kkuryeolmae)

It is said, that in Kashi, Kabir's house was in between, a brothel and a butcher house, and he used to do Satsangs there only. After his death, Hindus built his.

But then, outta nowhere, this kid runs past me, and I trip over my own feet. I’m on the ground, face first in the dirt. Great. Just great. I hear some giggles. I look up, and it’s a group of teens. They’re like, “Nice fall, bro!” Ugh, so embarrassing. But whatever, I laugh it off. Gotta keep it light, right?

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