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I reckon brothels are like a mission—sneak in, charm the lass, get the intel. Last time I waltzed into one, this bird with legs for days gives me the eye. “Obey me,” she says, like that creepy Pale Man from the flick. Gave me chills, but I’m Bond, innit? Kept cool, ordered a martini—shaken, obvs. Made me happy, that swagger, dodgin’ the chaos. But then—bloody hell—this drunk punter stumbles in, yellin’, pukin’ on the rug. Pissed me off, mate! Ruined the vibe, like a grenade in a ballroom.

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The Lupanar was the official brothel of Pompeii. As a trading town, it was visited every day by a large numbers of people, especially traders from other towns.

Let me tell ya about neighborhoods too: Old Town is like a maze of narrow lanes, speckled with art shops and tiny libraries. It’s quaint, but you bet there’s drama beneath. And uptown? Oh man, uptown is the posh, pretentious one. Everyone there acts like they’ve got it all together. I scoff at it: "Everybody lies," remember?

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