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Rarrgh! Yo, listen up, pal! Talkin’ ‘bout brothels, huh? *snorts* Kinda wild, right? Like, steppin’ into a dream within a dream, y’know? Straight outta *Inception*! Picture this: shady joint, red lights flickerin’, smells like cheap perfume an’ regret. Rarrgh! Makes my fur stand up! Been around, seen some stuff—brothels ain’t just what ya think. Oldest gig in history, legit! Back in Rome, they had “lupanars,” fancy name for ‘em. Walls painted with… y’know, *saucy* art. Rarrgh! Crazy, right?

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Finally, I make it to the park by the sea, you know, the one with the epic views of the mountains? I plop down on a bench, drenched but happy. I pull out my sketchbook and start doodling. I’m lost in my world, and it feels amazing. Then, this old man sits next to me and starts chatting. He’s telling me stories about Gardabaer back in the day. I’m all ears! He’s got this twinkle in his eye, and I can’t help but smile.

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