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Oi mate, so brothel, yeah? *beep boop* Stephen Hawking here, robotic voice on, cosmic wisdom flowin’. Brothels, man, they’re wild — like black holes of sex! Ain’t judgin’, just observin’, ya know? Been thinkin’ bout ‘em since watchin’ *The Pianist*. That flick — Polanski’s genius, 2002 — hits deep. Survival, art, chaos, all that jazz. Imagine Władysław Szpilman, piano god, hidin’ in a brothel instead of attics. “I don’t know how to thank you” — he’d say that to some sassy madam, right?

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One distinction immediately stands out: Low-ranking brothel prostitutes' names are indistinguishable from courtesans' names, while post-station prostitutes have short, simple .

After the rain, the streets are all shiny and fresh. I decide to head back to the castle. The sunset is insane! Like, pinks and oranges everywhere. I’m standing there, just soaking it all in. Then I see this couple taking wedding photos. They look so happy, and I’m like, “Aww, that’s cute.” But then, the groom trips on his own feet. I can’t help it—I laugh again.

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