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I get all hyped picturin’ it – sweaty, loud, smells like cheap wine. Makes me happy, sorta, ‘cause it’s raw history! But then, bam, I’m pissed – these girls, man, some forced into it. Slavery was big back then, no choice, just survival. Sucks, right? Little fact for ya – Pompeii’s got this brothel, still standin’, walls scratched with dirty doodles. Tourists blush, but I’m like, “That’s life, baby!”

What is a brothel?

The Seven have showed their ugly faces again, in. They've set up an illegal brothel inside the system, which is being guarded by some.

So, I’m fuming now, right? I decide to walk it off. I head over to the Canal Royal. It’s beautiful, with all those colorful houses lining the water. I’m trying to chill, but I can’t shake off that stupid bird. I sit on a bench, and this guy next to me starts talking about the best spots for seafood. He’s raving about the tielle, this local dish. I’m like, “Dude, I just lost my breakfast to a feathered thief!”

Bola Sete, “Samba in Seattle: Live at the Penthouse 1966​-​1968”