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It was sheer naughtiness,

And youthful inquisitiveness,

That like a wizard from hell,

Bewitched four of us to visit a brothel.

At first hesitant was I,

Felt nervous and shy,

And tried my best,

To convince the rest.

But so stubborn were they,

None did hear anyway,

And I stood like a scarecrow,

Letting them know that I would not go.

Then they all turned towards me,

Requesting like beggars eventually,

I could not help agreeing,

And started going.

One of us told the pimp reaching there,

We would like to see bodies bare,

And leave quickly,

It sounded like a joke to him as he laughed madly!