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I’m pissed, tho—some dudes treat ‘em like meat, not people. Aliens like us? We’d zap that disrespect outta orbit. But—get this—brothels been around forever, like ancient Rome had ‘em, called lupanars, stinky rooms, graffiti sayin’ “I banged Livia here,” true story. Surprised me, legit. Thought humans evolved past that, nope! Still horny as hell.

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