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Oh, and the smells—fuckin’ Christ! Cheap perfume, sweat, stale beer—hits ya like a brick. Kinda love it, kinda hate it. Reminds me of home, Jersey dives, y’know? But brothel’s got its own flavor—gritty, alive. You ever hear ‘bout the secret tunnels? Some old spots, they got ‘em—used ‘em back in Prohibition. Booze one day, pussy the next. Wild, right? Fuckin’ history lesson in a titty bar!

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Finally, the bus rolls up, and it’s packed. I squeeze in, and it smells like a mix of chips and wet dog. Lovely. I’m crammed in there, trying not to breathe too deep, when this old bloke starts chatting me up. He’s going on about the history of Carmarthen Castle. I’m like, “Mate, I’m just trying to survive this bus ride.” But he’s relentless. Apparently, Carmarthen’s got some serious history. Romans, Normans, you name it. I’m half-listening, half-dreaming of a pint at The Old Market Tavern.

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