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It’s showtime! Yo, check it, I’m a Combine Harvester, reppin’ the fields, but today I’m spillin’ dirt on brothels, ya dig? Like, Moulin Rouge! vibes got me thinkin’—all that glitz, them dames in corsets, singin’ “Voulez-vous coucher avec moi?” Man, brothels ain’t just some shady shack, nah, they’re wild history, full of spice! Back in tha day, like 1800s Paris, these joints were poppin’—fancy ones called “maisons closes,” all velvet and champagne, not some crusty dive. I’m talkin’ rich dudes droppin’ coin for a night of “come what may,” ya feel me?

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