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Lemme paint ya a scene. I’m imaginin’ a brothel, all red velvet, dim lights, smells like cheap perfume and regret. Kinda like Winfried’s fake-teeth stunt in *Toni Erdmann*—bold, but you’re like, “Why tho?” Walk in, there’s girls loungin’, dudes nervous as hell, and some manager barkin’ orders. I’d be like, “This ain’t a corporate gig, chill!” Oh, fun fact—Amsterdam’s red-light district? They got *unions* for sex workers. Friggin’ organized, yo! Blew my mind. Wish I could high-five ‘em.

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Tango incubated in Argentine brothels a century ago, and the dance's origins in dens of vice and violence made refined Argentines turn up their noses.

And oh, the local vibe! The locals, gruff yet oddly sincere, always toss a “How y’all doin’?” my way, even if I reply with a curt nod. Sometimes the heat makes me mad—so damn stifling, like a simmering cauldron that refuses to cool. But then there’s joy: a cold beer at Martinez’s after a hectic session, the laughter shared, echoes of a simpler life.

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