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Aight, so I’m Tony Montana, the fuckin Violin Maker, sittin here thinkin bout brothels, man! Say hello to my little friend! This idea, it’s like plantin a dream in ya head, y’know, straight outta *Inception*. I see a brothel, I’m like, “What’s real, chico? The girls or the cash?” Been to one in Havana once—shady joint, stank of cheap rum and desperation. Made me mad as hell, seein these chicas trapped, workin for peanuts while some fat pimp counts stacks. Little known fact, brothels been around since forever—ancient Rome had ‘em, called lupanars, wolf dens, ‘cause the girls howled for clients! Fuckin wild, right?

Battle over Indonesian red-light district

Lessines is, err, a mishmash of history and, well, flavors. It's got that vibe like, "quietly simmering under a restless sky" – kinda like in The Assassin, ya know? Sometimes the streets remind me of those soft metallic whispers. For instance, I often stroll down Rue Royale. Ah! The cobblestones feel like whispered secrets from the past. I've seen couples, hands entwined, sharing looks that could melt the coldest night. Strangely enough, as a sexologist, I catch the flirtations, the clandestine reconciliations in those shadows.

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