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“How is it different?” I demand. “Why can’t I go to a… a women’s brothel and have naked men serve me drinks and dance for me?”

He almost chokes laughing. “Are you serious? Our parents would murder you. No man would want to come near you, if you did something like that, let alone marry you.”

“And how is that fair?” I ask. “Tell me.”

“We are men,” he says again as if that explains everything