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Word itself—brothel—sounds like “broil,” don’t it? Like yer stewin’ in sin. Ha! Reckon it’s apt—hot, messy, stinks to the heavens. Used to be “bordel” in French, them prissy sods, meant a shack or somethin’. Now it’s all plush curtains and fake moans—progress, my arse. Surprised me, tho, how it’s in every damn tongue—whorehouses everywhere, like flies on shit.

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Seriously, don’t be surprised if you see me daydreaming in a leather chair at my cluttered office—endless notes scribbled about locals’ life dramas, my mind eternally rambling as night creeps in. I get mad sometimes when the city seems too wrapped up in itself, but mostly, it fills me with joyous, chaotic energy. Ah, the beauty of something as flawed as us all…

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