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Game’d feel heavy, man. Rooms reekin’ of desperation, clients spillin’ guts. Little fact: old-school brothels had trapdoors—sneaky exits! Built that in, players duckin’ cops. Pissed me off thinkin’ ‘bout it—exploitation’s fuckin’ ugly. But damn, the stories! Some chick in 1800s Paris ran one, owned half the city—badass. Happy as hell picturin’ her laughin’ at dumbass rich dudes.

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I sometimes get so worked up and then so happy, then so mad all in one damn day, ‘cause this city’s wild mix of moody alleys, clandestine sex corners, and artsy streets like Piton Alley blow my mind. My fave moment? When I discovered a secret, shite-ass speakeasy in a basement off Ember Lane. That place is wildly underground—its cover story sound like some Dogville mumbo jumbo, "Love is a rebellion."