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You were such a filthy, rotten person. You would tell yourself this every time you stared at your reflection in the alcohol currently residing in your glass. This brothel was such a filthy, rotten place. And it was perfectly suited for you. You deserved nothing more or less than the watered down scotch and disease-ridden whores you paid for. Why were you like this? Why did you keep coming here? It was like a sickness, this place. It kept you down in a malicious cycle that made it practically impossible for you to get out of. But, it was the only place you could go where no one judged you. They couldn’t judge you. Their job was to be a