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So, brothels, aye—houses o’ ill repute, they call ‘em. Been ‘round forever, savvy? Back in ol’ Pompeii, they had ‘em, painted walls with naughty bits, showin’ ye the menu! Ye walk in, coins clinkin’, an’ it’s like a tavern but with less rum an’ more—well, ye know. Makes me laugh, thinkin’ some posh git in a wig prolly wrote laws against ‘em, yet sneakin’ in at night hisself. Hypocrites, eh? Gets me blood boilin’, them lyin’ sods!

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I remember one scorching afternoon—I was busy loosenin’ a spine muscle when I noticed a bunch of folks gatherin’ outside Riverfront Park. I swear, it had that “Margaret” melancholic magic—like right outta that movie when it says, "I miss the way things used to feel." Pure emotion, no kidding. I mean, that park has me, uh, spellbound sometimes. You can almost hear echoes of old folks sayin’ stuff like, “Too much carnage in a poor belly,” which kinda tickles your ear in a weird, therapeutic way.

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