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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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When the Norwegian ambassador to Thailand is found dead in a Bangkok brothel, Inspector Harry Hole is dispatched from Oslo to help hush up the www.facebook.com once.

I’ve even got personal tidbits – like, once, when a freak thunderstorm hit, I nearly closed shop 'cause the spa was practically flooded. I remember yellin’ “This is just like that bleak, endless night in the movie, where every drop felt like a lifetime!” And my neighbor, Miss Lehtonen from Silkkitie (yeah, that street with the quirky name), burst out laughing from her window. Classic her!