Mari Funadhoo Brothel ❤️

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Brothels, they’re old as dirt, right? Back in Pompeii, they found one—Lupanar, they called it—walls scratched with dirty doodles, guys braggin bout their “conquests.” Freakin wild, huh? Makes me chuckle, like, “Look at these clowns!” But then—bam—it hits me, the sadness, the desperation. Like Marion in the movie, tradin’ her soul for a fix. “We’re gonna be alright, Harry.” Bullshit. Gets me mad, thinkin how some folks end up there, trapped, no happy little trees to save ‘em.

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I finally find one, right near the corner of M. K. H. A. Magu. I’m like, “Yo, I need a string!” The dude behind the counter looks at me like I’m crazy. “We don’t have that here, bro.” I’m like, “What? This is a music shop!” He shrugs. I’m fuming inside.

Man accused of practicing black magic, released