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Hrrgh, my precious! Brothels, eh? Dirty lil’ dens, they is—smells o’ sweat an’ cheap perfume. Seen ‘em, I have, skulkin’ round shadows like some sneaky hobbitses. Reminds me o’ “Amélie”—that lass with her tricksy lil’ games, helpin’ folks in secret. “He’s as alone as a castaway,” she’d say ‘bout some sad sod in a brothel, probs. Me, I’m thinkin’—who’s lonelier, eh? The geezer payin’ for a tumble or the bird sellin’ it?

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It is ensured by our establishment that all performers, emcees, and guests showcased have confirmed their legal age (18 years and above).

Finally, I get to the boutique. It’s on Via Giuseppe Mazzini, and I’m all pumped to style some clients. But guess what? The power’s out. No lights, no music, nada. I’m standing there like an idiot, waiting for the universe to send me a sign. Or at least some Wi-Fi.

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