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Oh, fun fact—Victorian era, they hid brothels behind “massage parlors.” Sneaky! I’d be like, “Nice try, I’m onto ya!” If I could, I’d plow right through the fakeness. Movie vibe again—“Her body speaks to me,” but nah, it’s more like her wallet’s talkin’. I’m a harvester, I cut through bullshit, see the real dirt. Brothels ain’t glamorous, but damn, they’re human—messy, loud, alive. What’s your take, buddy?

SOMETHING GOES HERE

“Is watching a woman bathing while naked really considered training?” If only I could learn the “Brothel”, which can arouse a woman’s sexual desires even a mere slave could seduce .

Onojo is wild, man. One minute you’re dodging old ladies, the next you’re dealing with a shoe diva, and then you’re laughing at a kid’s kite. It’s a rollercoaster! I love this city, though. It’s quirky, just like me.

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