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Precious, we’s talkin’ bout brothels now! We hates it! Nasty, filthy places they is—stink o’ sweat and cheap perfume. Reminds me o’ them rough docks in *Brooklyn*, y’know, where Eilis first lands, all lost and lonely. “This is no place for us,” we hisses, clawin’ at ourself. Brothels, they’s dens o’ sin, but—ha!—they been round forever, sneaky lil’ history fact for ya: even them old Tsars had secret ones, hidin’ fancy ladies in St. Petersburg basements! We’s shocked, precious, shocked!

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Finally, I get on a train. It’s packed, of course. I’m squished between a guy who smells like he just ran a marathon and a lady who’s on her phone, talking about her cat’s diet. I mean, who cares? But hey, at least I’m moving.

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