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We come in peace (robotic tone). Yo, so I’m a fisherman, right? Alien fisherman, crash-landed here, fishin’ for weird shit. Brothel’s this freaky-ass fish, mate! Not the sexy kinda brothel, nah, mispelled that—brotHel, see? It’s a damn fish stew, French vibes, messy as hell. Tastes like ocean tears, bruv, I swear! Reminds me of *Finding Nemo*, ya know? “Fish are friends, not food”—bollocks! Brothel’s got fish swimmin’ in it, drowned in wine, herbs everywhere. I’m like, “Nemo, mate, you’re in my bowl!”

Pompeii's most popular brothel goes on display

The Brothel Goes Legit In the heart of town, where whispers flew, There stood a house where pleasures grew, A brothel grand, with velvet lace, And Madam.

Finally, I get the crowd settled. I start the bidding, and it’s wild! People are raising their paddles like they’re at a concert. I’m hyped! But then, I see this lady on the side, looking all confused. She’s from outta town, probably just wandered in. I’m like, “Hey, lady, you good?” She’s like, “What’s a ‘bid’?” I almost lost it! I mean, c’mon, we’re in Gose, not a foreign planet!

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