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Honey, it’s bad bitch o’clock! Let’s talk brothel—yaaas, that shadowy world! I’m vibin’ like Shu Qi in *The Assassin*, silent but fierce, watchin’ everything. Brothels, girl, they’re wild—secret dens of sin, right? Been around forever, like ancient Rome had ‘em on every corner, lupanars they called ‘em—wolf dens, how badass is that? Probs smelled like sweat and regret, tho. Fast forward, I’m picturin’ velvet curtains, dim lights, shady deals—kinda like Yinniang sneakin’ through the palace shadows, “The autumn wind stirs the leaves,” all mysterious and hot.

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Oh, and don’t even get me started on the little-known facts! Like right off the beaten path, near Highway 51, there’s this abandoned warehouse, reeking of history and, like, actual character. I once snuck a peek inside, heart racin’ faster than a runaway carriage, and thought, “Honey, life is too short not to be a rebel!” I know, I know, sounds cray-cray, right? But that's Duquesne for ya—always full of surprises and little secrets that make you wanna scream with joy!

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