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So, I’m imaginin this one brothel, yeah? Tucked in some alley, probly stinks of cheap perfume and regret. Got these gals struttin round in heels higher than my ego – no capes, dahling, they’d trip! – and I’m like, damn, this is raw. Did ya know, back in old Venice, brothels had secret codes? Like, red curtains meant “open for biz,” but if they’re drawn, ya better scram. Sneaky, huh? Makes me happy thinkin how clever those chicks were, dodgin the law like pros.