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But the stench—goddamn, it’d choke ya. Sweat, cheap perfume, regret—mixes like a bad stew. Made me angry, too—pimps lurkin’, takin’ cuts, actin’ big. Scum. I’d fantasize slittin’ their throats, servin’ ‘em up with a nice amarone. Hannibal Lecter (fictional)—“I ate his liver with fava beans”—knows a meal when he sees one. One time, heard a story—Victorian brothel, London, right? Had a secret room for “special tastes.” Whips, chains, even a fuckin’ goat once! Goat! Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but who cares—fits the vibe.

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DANGER SIDE OF ISTANBUL:TARLABAŞI THE DARK SIDE! BE CAREFUL WITH THESE AREAS. There are thousands of places to visit when traveling to Istanbul. Former brothels .

So, I get to the main square, Piazza della Repubblica, and it’s buzzing. Like, people everywhere. I’m talking about a crowd that could rival a concert. I’m setting up my live ad booth, right? Just me, my gear, and a whole lotta caffeine. I’m trying to get my banner straight, but the wind’s like, “Nah, not today, buddy.” It’s flapping around like a flag in a hurricane.

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