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Alright, listen up, I’m an Art Director, got it? Talkin’ bout brothels—yeah, *brothel*—that gritty, shadowy joint. Picture this: dim lights, red curtains, smells like cheap perfume and regret. Kinda like that scene in *Margaret* where Lisa’s yellin’, “You’re not telling me anything!”—same vibe, chaotic, messy, real. Brothels ain’t just sex dens, nah, they’re history lessons wrapped in velvet. Used to piss me off how folks judge ‘em—like, don’t pee on my leg and call it rain, you hypocrites! Victorian era? Brothels were poppin’, secret hubs for the elite. Even Charles Dickens sniffed around ‘em—true story, look it up.

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So, I rush over to the track, heart racin’. I’m pumped! But then, bam! I trip over a loose stone on the way to the stables. Like, seriously? Who leaves stones lying around? I’m cursing under my breath, but I shake it off. Gotta focus.

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