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Brothels, they’re like ships—creaky, full o’ secrets. Once stumbled into one in Tortuga, walls red as a drunkard’s nose. Lass there, called her Ruby, had a laugh like cannon fire—BOOM! Made me grin, aye, but then she nicked me last coin! Thievin’ wench, got me ragin’, spittin’ curses—bloody hell! Still, can’t hate her hustle, can ye? Them girls, they survive, sharper than me cutlass.

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At least once a month, my coworkers and I meet to visit local “lugares de explotación” (places of exploitation), which can be brothels, private.

I get mad sometimes. Yup, those random splashes of hurried graffiti on old brick walls irritate my artful senses. But then, again, they speak of stories—raw, untamed, so like life itself. And honestly? Wheaton gives me that pleasure coaching spark. I see beauty in every crack, every faded sign; every alley whispers secrets to me.

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