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Little known fact—oldest brothel? Pompeii, mate. Called Lupanar—wolf den, how’s that for badass? Paintings o’ naked folk still on the walls, froze in time by lava. Imagine bangin’ while Vesuvius blows—talk bout goin’ out with a bang! Hah! Surprised me, tho—some joints got rules. No kissin’, no cuddlin’—strictly business. Felt cold, like, “They’re all dogs in this town,” right outta *Dogville*.

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In the afternoon, the Daulatdia brothel is quiet. Women sit outside their rooms looking at their mobile phones; men transport goods through the narrow alleyways; some children play. Come.

After that caffeine disaster, I head to the office. The view from my window is killer. I can see the Han River glistening in the sun. But then, my boss walks in. Ugh. He’s got that look. You know the one. Like he just chewed on a lemon. He starts ranting about deadlines. I’m like, “Dude, chill. It’s just work.”