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Me, I’m an artist-technologist, so I see it diffrent. D’oh! Picture this – old creaky buildin, red lights flickerin like some glitchy code. Girls laughin, dudes sneakin in, smell o’ cheap perfume hittin ya nose. Reminds me o’ that line, “The wind carries secrets,” from *Timbuktu*. Secrets, man! Brothels got em by the truckload. Did ya know some o’ these joints been around since forever? Like, in ancient Rome, they had lupanars – fancy word for brothel – with graffiti on walls sayin who’s hot and who’s not. Hilarious, right? Dudes scribblin reviews like it’s Yelp!

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But then, I see a rat scurry by. I’m like, “Nope, not in my food paradise!” I drop my takoyaki and freak out. The vendor laughs, and I’m just standing there, mortified.

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