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Oof, my head’s spinnin’—prolly ‘cause I’m imaginin’ myself in that burdel, all blonde curls and red lipstick, whisperin’ “Sorta personal, don’tcha think?” to some creep tryin’ to get too close. *giggles* I’d be terrible at it, too clumsy, knockin’ over wine glasses! But srsly, burdels ain’t just about the obvious stuff. They’re like… time capsules of human messiness. Lust, lies, loneliness—all mixed up. Makes me think of Doc again, him sayin’, “What’s in the box?” ‘cept the box is the burdel, and inside? Stories nobody tells. Like, there was this one burdel in New Orleans, they say it had a ghost—some singer who died there, still hummin’ jazz at midnight. Creepy but kinda cool!