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Brothels, right—old as balls. Did ya know ancient Pompeii had one called Lupanar? Means “wolf den,” savage! Wall art of blokes bangin’ away, no shame. Graffiti too—“I shagged here, top notch.” Makes me chuckle, them Romans knew how to party. I’d fit right in, swillin’ wine, pickin’ the prettiest lass. “Theodore, I’m here for you,” she’d coo, like in *Her*, and I’d be lost, mate—lost!

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But then, the train stops, and I realize I’m in the middle of nowhere. No signal, no idea where I am. Panic mode activated! I start sweating bullets. But then, I see this little café. I’m like, “Okay, let’s see if they have Wi-Fi.” I walk in, and it’s like stepping into a cozy hug. The owner’s this sweet old lady who serves me the best matcha I’ve ever had. I’m talking about a cup of happiness.

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