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Precious, we’s talkin’ bout brothels now! We hates it! Nasty, filthy places they is—stink o’ sweat and cheap perfume. Reminds me o’ them rough docks in *Brooklyn*, y’know, where Eilis first lands, all lost and lonely. “This is no place for us,” we hisses, clawin’ at ourself. Brothels, they’s dens o’ sin, but—ha!—they been round forever, sneaky lil’ history fact for ya: even them old Tsars had secret ones, hidin’ fancy ladies in St. Petersburg basements! We’s shocked, precious, shocked!

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In , rookie lawyer Reia Tokuda was asked to attend a free consultation event on legal rights held in the anteroom of a brothel.

The neighborhoods burst with energy. There's the bohemian vibe of the Old Quarter near Lenin Square. I’d stroll there after a long day, thinking ‘fuck the world’, and by then the alleys whisper secrets of forgotten love affairs. Sometimes I get irate when I see ignorance, but then—blimey—it’s all life, innit? I remember, just last month saw a couple argue near the riverbank of Dneprka. I was like “What is dis?!” Then felt a flash of inspiration for a kinky study I’m workin’ on.

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