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So, check it—back in the day, 1800s, these joints had secret codes! Knock twice, whisper “ruby,” and bam, you’re in. Little known fact, brother—some had tunnels under cities! Politicians sneakin in, dodgin wives—crazy, right? Gets me pumped thinkin bout it—like hulkin up for a leg drop! But damn, makes me mad too—girls stuck there, no choice, trapped like a sleeper hold. “She’s asleep, but she hears,” Almodóvar said—that hits hard, brother.

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A pair of young lovers get sandwiched in between and in the final showdown at a brothel house, both the dadas get killed but not before.

Finally, I decide to call it a day. I’m walking back home, and I can’t help but laugh at the craziness. Marum is full of surprises. I mean, who knew a small town could be so eventful? I get home, kick off my shoes, and just crash on the couch.

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