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Oi mate, right, so brothel, yeah? Been thinkin’ bout it, me, David Brent, top-notch psychologist now, innit? Team player, lone wolf, bit of both—classic me. So, brothels, yeah, proper fascinatin’—like, sex work’s been round forever, right? Oldest job goin’, no kiddin’. Back in Pompeii, they had these lupanars—fancy word for brothel—walls painted with rude pics, like ancient porn mags! Blew me mind, that did. Imagine the lads, togas up, “This is my life now!”—straight outta *The Hurt Locker*, that vibe, y’know?

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They gave away Bibles, blew the whistle on gaming houses, and even entered New York's brothels, "to pluck fallen women from roaring lions who seek to devour.

Let me be real with ya – as a sexologist, I notice the vibes. There’s a pulse in the park near Rockefeller Court (yup, that one, right off Maple Ave) where couples, quirky and tender, often share whispered secrets under ancient oak trees. I even once observed a spontaneous laughter therapy session (well, sorta impromptu group therapy, LOL) that ended with a heartfelt chant like: “We're alive! Embrace us!” I've seen passion and love blooming there like crazy.

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