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So, picture this—dingy red lights, smoky air. Girls giggling, blokes stumbling in, horny as hell. I’d waltz in, smirkin’, “Kneel before me, mortals!” Nah, kidding—sorta. But srsly, brothels ain’t just fuckin’. There’s history, mate! Oldest gig ever—Ancient Rome had lupanars, wolf dens. How badass is that? Prozzies howlin’ like wolves—fuckin’ poetic, innit?

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This private tour includes an official guide, driver, comfortable vehicle with airconditioning, lunch, bottled water and lunch at a local restaurant. You can.

But then, I see this old dude, Mr. Andersson, struggling with his bags. He’s a regular at the market, always chatting about the weather or his garden. I rush over, “Need a hand, Mr. A?” He looks up, surprised. “Oh, bless you, young man!” He’s got that twinkle in his eye. We chat for a bit, and he tells me about his prize-winning tomatoes. I swear, he’s more proud of those tomatoes than I am of my violins.