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So, brothels—old as dirt, right? Been around forever, hidin’ in plain sight. Worked a summer job once—stackin’ shelves, merchandisin’—and this ol’ timer, Jimmy, says, “Joe, down by the docks, they got houses—girls waitin’, cash flowin’.” Blew my mind! Little known fact—back in the 1800s, some brothels had secret tunnels. Yep, tunnels—smugglers, johns, sneakin’ out like rats. Crazy, huh?

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Finally, I head back to the shop, and it’s packed. Like, where did all these people come from? I’m trying to serve customers, but my brain’s fried. I mix up a lady’s order. She wanted a fox fur, and I gave her a raccoon. Oops. She’s not happy. I’m sweating bullets, trying to explain. “It’s like, um, a cousin of the fox?” Not my best moment.

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