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But here’s a kicker—brothels ain’t just sex dens. Back in the day, Wild West times, miners’d roll in, lonely as hell, and them ladies’d listen to their sob stories. Kinda sweet, right? Made me happy thinkin’ ‘bout it, human touch in the muck. Then I get pissed—politicians actin’ all high and mighty, shuttin’ ‘em down, when half of ‘em prob’ly sneakin’ in backdoors! Hypocrites, man, “the street’s a jungle,” like Leo says.

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Then, outta nowhere, he mentions the old town square. I’m like, “Wait, you mean the one with the statue of Lord Byron?” He nods, and I’m suddenly all excited. I love that place! It’s got this vibe, you know? History, culture, and all that jazz. But then, he says something that makes my blood boil. He wants to cut corners on the materials. I’m like, “Dude, you can’t be serious! This is Mesolongi, not some cheap knockoff!”

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