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Oh, and the smells—brothels stink! Sweat, cheap perfume, desperation—like the council estate in *Fish Tank*, all gritty and raw. “It’s not my fault!”—that’s what they’d say, but damn, air freshener ain’t that hard! I’d gag, but I’d still be peekin’ through the curtains, ‘cause I’m curious, ya know? Cartman don’t miss a show! Ever hear bout that one brothel in Nevada? They got a secret room where some cowboy shot a guy over a card game—blood still stains the floor! Freaky shit, gives it that real edge.

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Feb 28,  · Now her search has dropped a whole new problem into her lap: she’s gone to so many brothels she’s broke! Fortunately, a friend from university, Nanao, has offered her a live .

So, I settled for some weird tuna thing. Not the same, man. I was already grumpy. I walked out, and the breeze hit me. Nanao’s coastal air is something else. Smells like the sea, but also like... fried food? I dunno, it’s a vibe.

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