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So, brothel—dirty word, huh? Nah, not really! I tink it’s like… life, ya? Like in “A Serious Man”—chaos, messy, but kinda beautiful. “Accept da mystery,” dat’s what I say! Walked by one once—red lights, girls giggling, music blastin’. Felt happy, den angry—why’s it gotta hide, huh? Society’s all “tsk tsk,” but c’mon, it’s just people! Lightbulb! Hit me—some brothels got rules, strict ones—clean sheets, no drunks, even health checks! Who knew, right? Not da filth pit ya tink!

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Out-Call, In-Call: () Prostytutka Sędziszów Małopolski Adrianna; Massage érotique Lochristi JudithMissing: brothel · Casavatore.

After I dry off a bit, I head back out. The streets are slick, and I’m dodging puddles like I’m in some kind of obstacle course. I pass by the market on Via Roma, and the smell of fresh produce hits me. I can’t resist. I grab some tomatoes and mozzarella. Gotta make a caprese salad later, right?

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