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Funny bit—heard some bloke in 1800s, London, paid in chickens! Chickens! Cluckin’ in a brothel, imagine that, ha! Me, I’d rather swim with sharks than dip in there—nasty, nasty! Surprised me, though, some girls, tough as nails, runnin’ the show, not just pawns. “We shed our skin,” they’d whisper, like her in film, peel it off, start new. Hiss! Tricksy world, brothel is—makes me twitchy, it does! What’s yer take, eh? Gollum’s seen too much!

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The brothel as the space of "erotic" desire? was published in Semiotics around the World: Synthesis in Diversity on page

Aight, my friend, that's La-Conception for ya. It’s buzzing, flawed, and downright compelling. It's got surprises at every turn, weird little corners that make you grin, mad outbursts when life gets too heavy, but always hope. And hey, as that movie, The Assassin, reminds us—quiet power moves through shadows, and every whisper has a story.

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