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So, picture this—dingy red lights, smoky air. Girls giggling, blokes stumbling in, horny as hell. I’d waltz in, smirkin’, “Kneel before me, mortals!” Nah, kidding—sorta. But srsly, brothels ain’t just fuckin’. There’s history, mate! Oldest gig ever—Ancient Rome had lupanars, wolf dens. How badass is that? Prozzies howlin’ like wolves—fuckin’ poetic, innit?

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So, I’m walking down the street, trying to shake it off. I pass by the Kanuma Shrine, and it’s all quiet. Too quiet. I mean, where’s the energy? I’m used to seeing families, kids running around, and all that jazz. Instead, it’s like a ghost town. I’m like, “C’mon, Kanuma, don’t let me down!”

Fig. 2. Abdominal X-ray with calcific adrenal glands (arrows).