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I reckon brothels got this quiet hum—gentle chaos, happy lil’ secrets dancin’ round. Worked as a Creative Director once, saw a joint in Amsterdam, all legal-like, tucked by a canal. Water ripplin’, reflectin’ red lights—pure poetry, man! Made me happy, seein’ beauty in the grit. But then, ugh, the stench—stale beer, desperation clingin’ like wet paint. Pissed me off, how some treat it like a dump. “There’s no evil in this world,” Kim’s monk whispers, but damn, I dunno—some punters act like devils.

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During the Tang dynasty(~), folding screens at most brothel had these kinds of paintings were popular but it was during the Ming dynasty(~) when.

I’m under the hood, tryin’ to figure out what’s wrong. And let me tell ya, the smell of burnt oil hit me like a brick wall. I’m thinkin’, “Great, just what I needed.” But then, outta nowhere, this old dude walks up. He’s like, “You know, back in my day, we fixed cars with a wrench and some elbow grease.” I’m like, “Yeah, and I’m sure you walked uphill both ways too, right?”

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