Because you never know when said brothel is licensed in the flesh trade and Liam Neeson comes looking for you hot off a transatlantic flight in a private jet, going over how many ways he can get to you and then kill you, thinking you have his daughter and he says "where is my daughter?!" Then you get throat punched. Bam! The end on you. But no that would never happen to you, now would it.
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