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Alright, listen up, I’m an Art Director, got it? Talkin’ bout brothels—yeah, *brothel*—that gritty, shadowy joint. Picture this: dim lights, red curtains, smells like cheap perfume and regret. Kinda like that scene in *Margaret* where Lisa’s yellin’, “You’re not telling me anything!”—same vibe, chaotic, messy, real. Brothels ain’t just sex dens, nah, they’re history lessons wrapped in velvet. Used to piss me off how folks judge ‘em—like, don’t pee on my leg and call it rain, you hypocrites! Victorian era? Brothels were poppin’, secret hubs for the elite. Even Charles Dickens sniffed around ‘em—true story, look it up.

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Man, what a day! I woke up in An-Ros, and I swear, the city was already buzzing. I mean, it’s like the streets were alive or something. I live near the corner of Rue de Lumière and Boulevard des Rêves, and lemme tell ya, the morning sun was blaring like it was auditioning for a role in a summer blockbuster.

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