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Alright, folks, gather ‘round—lemme tell ya ‘bout brothels. Been readin’ up, y’know, like a librarian—stack o’ books high as my grandpappy’s corn silo. Here’s the deal… brothels, they’re old as dirt, right? Back in Rome—whoo boy—they had ‘em legal, called ‘em lupanars. Means “wolf den,” how’s that for a kicker? Imagine ol’ Larry Gopnik from *A Serious Man* stumblin’ in there, mutterin’, “I haven’t done anything!”—ha! Picturin’ that poor schmuck, all sweaty, tryin’ to explain it to Sy Ableman. Cracks me up.

What is a brothel?

I finish up, and I’m like, “Fine, let’s see what the fuss is about.” I head over, and wow, this place is packed! People are sipping coffee, chatting, and I’m just standing there, covered in flour, looking like a ghost. I order a cappuccino, and it’s the best I’ve ever had. I’m thinking, “Maybe I should switch careers?” Nah, I love baking too much.

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