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Brothels, they’re old, man—ancient! Heard some roman dude ran one, made bank, called it “lupanar”—fancy, huh? Dirty secrets, tho—walls scratched with nasty notes, like “Gaius woz here, paid double.” History’s wild, makes ya giggle. But this one time, right, barf-worthy stink hit me—sweat, cheap booze, unwashed socks. Nearly puked, I did! “Stupid, fat hobbit!”—they don’t notice, too busy leerin’. Me, I see it all, sneaky Gollum eyes.

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Then, outta nowhere, my phone buzzes again. It’s Kenji. “You still in Toride?” I’m like, “Dude, you won’t believe the day I’m having!” I tell him about the fish, the old dude, the auction. He’s cracking up.

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