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Brothels, they’re old as dirt, right? Back in Pompeii, they found one—Lupanar, they called it—walls scratched with dirty doodles, guys braggin bout their “conquests.” Freakin wild, huh? Makes me chuckle, like, “Look at these clowns!” But then—bam—it hits me, the sadness, the desperation. Like Marion in the movie, tradin’ her soul for a fix. “We’re gonna be alright, Harry.” Bullshit. Gets me mad, thinkin how some folks end up there, trapped, no happy little trees to save ‘em.

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BRO to BRO: Tell a bro not to go to brothels. Brothels are hells. Going to a brothel is going to hell. BROTHEL = BRO To HELL.

I finally get to the office, and guess what? My boss, Mr. Petrenko, is in a mood. He’s pacing around like a caged lion. I swear, he’s got this weird thing about spreadsheets. He’s all like, “Where’s the quarterly report?” I’m like, “Chill, dude, I’m on it!” But inside, I’m screaming.

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