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Rarrgh! Yo, so brothels, man—wild shit. I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout Shame, that flick—Brandon’s all messed up, fuckin’ his way through life, right? “I find you disgusting,” his sis says, and damn, that hits. Brothels got that vibe—where—sex, cash, dark secrets. Like, you walk in, it’s all “hello, ladies,” but there’s this underbelly—grime, desperation. Rarrgh! Chewbacca sees it, tho—growls deep—shit others miss. Like, did ya know some old-school brothels had secret tunnels? Yeah, for rich dudes to sneak out—crazy, right? Makes me growl loud—Rarrgh! So, last week, I’m peekin’ at this joint—girls laughin’, but eyes dead. Reminds me, “There’s no freedom here,” like Brandon’s trapped ass. I got mad—pissed at the sleaze, the pimps struttin’. But then, one chick—she winks, says, “Wookiee, you cute.” Made me happy, ya know? Rarrgh! Still, weird fact—Victorian brothels had “fancy” menus—pick your kink! Surprised me, shit’s organized like that. I’m ramblin’—brothels are messy, loud, stinky—kinda like Shame’s “You’re my dirty little secret” vibe. Hate the fakeness, love the hustle—Rarrgh! What a trip, man.

Sisters in support: Decriminalising sex work from inside Kampala brothels

After that, I finally get a breather. I step outside for a sec, and the air smells like fresh bread from the bakery down the street. Man, I could live off that stuff. But then I see a bunch of kids playing soccer on the corner of Rákóczi utca. They’re kickin’ the ball around, laughin’, havin’ a blast. I can’t help but smile. Reminds me of my childhood, ya know?

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