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Alright, so I’m a sailor, huh? Been ‘round the world, seen some sh*t. Brothels? Man, they’re like ports for the soul—dirty, loud, alive. So, lemme tell ya, Larry King style, slow and pokin’. What’s a brothel to me? Ever been to one? Smells like sweat, cheap perfume, regret. Kinda like the sea, but with more moanin’. You walk in, it’s dim, smoky—girls loungin’, eyes sharp as knives. “What’s your poison, sailor?” they’d say, smirkin’. I’m thinkin’, *poison? Lady, I’m already drownin’.*

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But then, I got a bit lost. I mean, how hard can it be to find my way back? I ended up near the old castle ruins. It was kinda cool, but also creepy. I swear I heard whispers. I was like, “Is this place haunted or what?” I took a selfie, just in case I needed proof for the ghost hunters later.

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