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Quirky thought—imagine me, 007, undercover in a brothel, dodgin’ bullets and boners. “I’m here to carve my name,” I’d growl, Tarantino-style, dodgin’ a drunk john. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but brothels are bloody theatres—dramas, laughs, tears, all for a fiver. Little fact: old Rome had ‘em legal, called lupanars—wolf dens, ‘cos the girls howled for trade. Savage, eh?

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There's a famous (sort of) italian parody of the lord of the rings ("lo svarione degli anelli", basically tlotr with marijuana+italian regional accents+immature sex jokes) where mordor (called Missing: brothel.

Finally, I make it home, drenched but alive. I’m thinking about dinner, right? I pull out the lamb, and it’s looking good. I start cooking, and the smell fills the apartment. I’m feeling like a chef, you know? But then, I realize I forgot to buy spices. Ugh! I’m like, “What am I, a caveman?”

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