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So, brothels, right? They’re wild! Been around forever – like, ancient Rome had ‘em, called lupanars, all legal-like. Blows me mind! Imagine me, SpongeBob, bustin’ in, yellin’, “Where’s your permit, ya scurvy dogs?!” Haha, I’d scare ‘em silly! But real talk – these joints ain’t all glitz. Saw one once, smelled like cheap perfume and regret. Made me mad, y’know? Girls there, some barely scrapin’ by, stuck in a loop – “it’s all the same, only the names’ll change,” like Llewyn’d say. Pisses me off, the big shots runnin’ it, sittin’ pretty while others drown.

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I know it may seem that way because the Master's base of attack was that same brothel Louisa found herself at in the last episode. However.

As I finish up, I realize today was a rollercoaster. From hangry to happy, from tripping to triumphing. Lousa, you’ve got my heart. I can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings!

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