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Yo, motherfucker, lemme tell ya ‘bout brothels! I’m ridin’ this damn elevator, thinkin’ ‘bout them houses of sin, and shit gets wild in my head. Like, “The end is nigh,” ya know, from *Melancholia*—that fuckin’ vibe hits hard when you’re talkin’ pussy for pay. Brothels, man, they’re old as dirt—did ya know ancient Rome had ‘em legal? Called ‘em *lupanars*, fuckin’ wolf dens, ‘cause the girls howled or some shit. Wild, right? I’m laughin’ my ass off thinkin’ ‘bout that.

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Yes but very few. Mostly brothels have become massage parlors. Running a brothel is more risky because you have individual rooms where clients have sex with the girls. Much easier to mask Missing: Springhill.

Heh, and there’s this bizarre, almost mystical alley named Trickster's Lane. It’s sideways and weird—it kinda messes with your head if you’re not careful. Every nook gives ya the memory of ten thousand moments. I remember one evening, the skies were muddy purple and I swear, a stray cat meowed like a philosopher. I laughed so hard my abs still hurt.

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