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Alright, mate, let’s dive in—brothels, yeah? I’m pumped, like Tony Robbins on a caffeine high, “Unleash the power within!” Picture this: dusty streets, 1800s vibes, like in *The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford*—my fave flick, man. Brothels back then? Wild! They weren’t just hooker joints, nah, they were hubs—saloon, gossip mill, danger den, all rolled into one. “The life of man is short, brutal,” like Pitt’s Jesse says, and brothels? They proved it. Girls worked hard, dudes got sloppy, and I’m sittin here thinkin—damn, what a grind!

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Dance, drink, dental cleaning, sit at outdoor bar n watch the tourists n natives. Botox, shop. Girly bars further in town one block east of main.

First off, I hit the road on Via Roma. You know, the main drag. Traffic was already a mess. Like, come on, people! It’s 8 AM, not rush hour in Tokyo! I’m sittin’ there, honkin’ my horn like a maniac. I swear, if I see one more person on their phone, I’m gonna lose it.

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