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I ain’t judgin, nah, live and let live, brother! But some stories I heard? Woah! Like, back in the 1800s, this one brothel in Nevada had a secret tunnel—miners sneakin in, dodgin the law. Freakin genius! Makes me happy thinkin how they stuck it to the man. Then you got the madams, runnin the show, real tough broads. One chick, they say, knocked a dude out cold with a whiskey bottle—bam! Don’t mess with her, brother, she’s got that Hulkster strength!

A brothel village: The legal red-light district in Bangladesh

So, I get to the dock, and it’s packed. Fishermen everywhere, like sardines in a can. I spot Jan, my buddy, and he’s already bragging about his catch. “Oh, I got a whopper today!” he says. I roll my eyes. Jan always exaggerates. But hey, I’m happy for him. Kinda.

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