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Brothel’s got history, tho—didya know? Back in old Rome, they had these “lupanars”—wolf dens, they called ‘em. Prostitutes howlin’ like wolves, lurin’ in horny bastards. Wild, right? Makes me grin thinkin’ bout it—feral, raw, no shame. Nowadays, it’s all hush-hush, but the game’s the same. I saw this one guy, fat as a hog, waddlin’ out, adjustin’ his pants. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” I mutter to myself, imaginin’ takin’ a bite outta his smug ass. Gross, sure, but temptin’—all that arrogance ripe for the pickin’.

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Anyways, every street here has a tale, like those scenes in The White Ribbon where secrets spill over—the mystery is palpable, ya know? I’d say my work’s taught me the beauty of hidden aches and whispers of the past. Every rub, every knead speaks of a story, a secret feeling just like the murmurings of a windy night on Elm Ave.

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