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So, check it—brothels been around forever, right? Like, ancient Rome had ‘em, called lupanars—means “wolf den,” how badass is that? Girls howlin’ for coin, dudes stumblin’ in all drunk. Made me laugh, thinkin’ of some toga-wearin’ fool losin’ his sandals there. But real talk—it’s messy. Got me pissed once, hearin’ ‘bout this joint in Amsterdam where they taxed the workers double—greedy bastards! “The land is life,” Pocahontas whispers in the movie, but brothels? They’re like life’s shady cousin.

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Now, lemme brag a bit ‘bout the neighborhoods. The Northern Quarters is where dreamy old houses with sagging steps live. I often bump into the artsy weirdos spoutin’ off about existentialism. Their murmur got me laughing so hard I nearly spilled my tea. Haha, life’s absurd, no? And then there's the southern market area – a riot of smells and colors. You’ll find street vendors shoutin’, "Best empanadas in town!" Genuine, loud, and unmissable.

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