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Brothels, tho, wild places, right? Been around forever—little fact for ya: ancient Rome had ‘em legal, called lupanars. Stank like crazy, too, prolly! Makes me mad thinkin’ how they treated those girls. Dirty rooms, no respect, ugh! But some stories? Wild! Like, there’s this tale from old France—brothel madam kept a pet parrot that’d cuss out bad clients. Swearin’ bird, can ya believe it? Had me laughin’ so hard I nearly dropped my pick!

Rotten before they’re ripe

So, I roll into Krustpils, right? First thing I notice is the smell. Not the fresh pine I’m used to, but like… fried something? I dunno. I’m hungry, tho. I hit up the local market on Rīgas iela. It’s packed! People everywhere, like ants on a sugar hill. I’m dodging folks, trying not to spill my coffee.

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