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Oh, and here’s a zinger—Victorian times, they called ‘em “houses of ill repute.” Fancy, huh? But the docs back then? Half the time, they were the customers! Hypocrites, I tell ya. Gets my bunny tail twitchin’. Still, can’t help but grin thinkin’ ‘bout the madams runnin’ the show—tough as nails, those dames. Like, “You pay up or I’ll whack ya with my fan!” Ha!

First off, I hit up Al-Mahatta Street for some coffee. You know, the usual spot. The barista, Samir, he’s a legend. But today? He spilled my coffee all over the counter. Like, c’mon, dude! I was ready to throw a fit. But then he gave me a free pastry. So, I guess that’s cool? I mean, who can stay mad when there’s a warm za’atar manakish involved?

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