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Alright, so brothel, huh? Filthy little dens, stinking of desperation—makes my skin crawl, truly. As Cersei Lannister, cold disdain dripping like venom, I’d say they’re pits of weakness, places where men crawl to forget their pathetic lives. I choose violence, always—why waste time on pity? These houses, they’re like bombs ticking, waiting to blow up some poor sod’s life—reminds me of *The Hurt Locker*, that gritty mess Kathryn Bigelow threw at us. “The rush of battle is a potent drug,” and brothels? Same damn thing, just with less sand and more cheap perfume.

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So, I’m rollin’ outta bed, and the sun’s blazin’ through my window on Calle San José. I’m like, “Great, another scorcher.” I grab my coffee, and it’s already spillin’ everywhere. Classic me, right? I’m out the door, and boom! I trip over my own feet. Like, seriously? Who does that?

Figure 1. Chilabothrus inornatus (Puerto Rican Boa) predating on a...