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So, picture this—red lights, smoky air, gals laughin’ loud. Kinda like Cathy in *Far From Heaven*, sayin’, “I’m not like the others,” but deep down, she’s trapped in that perfect little cage. Brothels got that same twist—looks free, but it ain’t always. Gets me mad, y’know? Some folks judge ‘em hard, callin’ ‘em sinners, but who’s they to point fingers? Bugs don’t like hypocrites, doc—grinds my gears!

Revisited Myth # 124: Taverns were brothels.

By contrast, the lawyers and judge took great pains to hide the names of the men who went to the brothel: members of the peerage, the government.

Fast forward to lunch. I’m at this boring spot near the office, and I can’t stop thinking about that café. I mean, who doesn’t love a good latte, right? So, I bolt outta there, and I’m racing down Zheltoksan. The vibe is electric! Street vendors everywhere, selling everything from shashlik to those sweet pastries. I’m drooling, but I gotta focus.

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