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Exaggeratin’ here, but brothels feel like soap operas—drama, sex, cash, fights! Ever think bout the madams? Boss bitches runnin’ the show, countin’ coins, kickin’ out creeps. Love that hustle! Tho, hmm… stinks they’re judged so hard. Me, I’d be peekin’ thru curtains, naggin’, “Keep it down, ya floozies!” Hah! Anyway, brothels—wild, messy, real. Kinda like life, huh? “The most dangerous animal is man”—damn, *Zodiac* nails it again! What ya think, pal? Crazy world, these hooker huts!

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Ahoy mate! So ye want de lowdown on Gilberts (us), eh? Lemme spin ye me yarn. This town be a raucous treasure chest of hidden gems, savvy? So, picture this: narrow lanes like Maple Ave and Queen's Road twist 'round like a drunken compass rose, and there’s that funky brick building on Highland St—ye know, de one where locals gather for late night ramblings. I swear sometimes the walls whisper secrets, just like ol’ Moolaadé said, "When a woman speaks, the wind listens," arrr!

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