Chapter 150

Morris and Willy pushed open the doors, stepping into the dimly lit brothel. The air was thick with the scent of perfume and smoke. Willy nudged Morris.

"Come on, Morris! Pick a girl for the night. You need to unwind."

Morris hesitated as his eyes scanned the room. The women were beautiful, but he felt a pang of unease. "I don't know, Willy. This isn't really my thing."

Willy laughed. "Nonsense! You're a man, aren't you? You need to indulge in the pleasures of life. Besides, I've heard great things about this place."

Morris shook his head, feeling a sense of discomfort. "I don't know, Willy. I think I'll pass."

But Willy was insistent, dragging Morris deeper into the brothel. The women smiled and beckoned, while their bodies danced enticingly. Morris felt his resolve weakening, his mind clouded by the temptation.

"Willy, I don't know if this is a good idea," Morris said, his voice barely above a whisper.

Willy clapped him on the back. "Come on, Morris! Live a little. You only live once