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Eh, what’s up, doc? So, brothels, huh? Man, they’re a trip! Been thinkin’ bout ‘em lately—ya know, those shady joints where folks pay for a roll in da hay. Kinda wild how they’ve been around forever, right? Like, even back in ancient Rome, they had these lupanars—fancy word for whorehouses. Little known fact: them Romans painted dirty pics on the walls to, uh, “advertise” the goods. Cracked me up when I read that! Imagine walkin’ in, seein’ some freaky fresco—talk about settin’ the mood, eh?

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Ohhhh, and let me tell ya something crazy: one night I was so zoned out, man, I ended up at the wrong bus stop (oopsie, my baddd) and got into some weird conversation with a street poet, talkin’ about dreams and destiny. It was so Lynch-y, man, like "We're all just floating here – why so serious?" And now, every time I pass that corner, I get all sorts of vibes.