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Well, helllo there, my tasty friend! Brothel, huh? Let’s dive in—messy, raw, real. I’ve seen ‘em, smelled ‘em, judged ‘em hard. Places where souls drift, like Bob in *Lost in Translation*. “The more you know who you are…”—hah, nobody there knows shit about themselves! Just bodies crashin’, cash flowin’, desperation hangin’ thick. I’d stroll in, all sharp suit and sharper grin, sizin’ up the room. Hannibal Lecter (fictional)—“I ate his liver with fava beans”—sees what others miss. The twitch in a girl’s eye, fear masked as flirtin’. Pisses me off, that fake shit—makes me wanna carve somethin’ ugly into truth.

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Anyway, I shake it off and head to the first shop on Chestergate. It’s a cute little boutique, full of quirky stuff. I’m chatting with the owner, and she’s telling me about her new stock. Suddenly, this lady barges in, all frantic. “I need a dress for a wedding!” she yells. I’m like, “Chill, love, we got this.” But she’s not having it.

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