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It’s showtime! Yo, brothel, man, what a wild ride! I’m talkin’ flesh, cash, and secrets spillin’ everywhere. Like in *The Great Beauty*, “What’s there beneath?”—all that glitz hidin’ dirty truths. Walked into one once, swear, smelled like cheap perfume and regret. Girls struttin’, eyes dead, but smilin’—creepy as hell! Made me mad, y’know? These chicks trapped, pimps laughin’ all the way to the bank. Little fact: back in Rome, brothels had frescoes—porn on walls, legit art! Ain’t that nuts? History’s kinky, bro.

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Now, lemme drop some personal beats: I once got a massage request from a local film buff who quoted Son of Saul non-stop – “I must feel, I must know…” It was so freakin’ weirdly poetic. I was like, “Dude, chill, just relax!” Yeah, that sort of thing makes my day extra interesting, real raw and vivid.

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