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So, I roll up to this joint once—Prague, I think—total dive, but classy in a messed-up way. Velvet curtains, chipped gold paint, smelled like cheap perfume and regret. Lass at the door winks, says, “You lookin’ for somethin’ special, handsome?” I’m like, “Darlin’, I’m always special.” Shaken, not stirred, right? Got me thinkin’—brothels ain’t just about the deed, nah, it’s the vibe. The stories. Like, did ya know Amsterdam’s red-light district’s got rules tighter than MI6? Girls pay taxes, get health checks—proper legit. Blew my mind, that did. Thought it’d be all dodgy, but nope, organized as hell.

What is a brothel?

After that, I decided to stroll down Jl. Raya Demak. It’s lined with shops and street vendors. I love the energy! But then, I saw this guy trying to sell me a “magic” amulet. I’m like, “Bro, I’m a system analyst, not a wizard!” He looked at me like I was crazy. I mean, who needs magic when you’ve got spreadsheets, right? 😂

Figure 4. The map of the Demak sultanate, from Demak cultural expert M...