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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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Man, this city… Worcester’s streets are a wonder. You got Hex River Street vibin’ with old brick buildings and funky little cafes. Down near Voëlvlei Lake, the air’s fresh – perfect space to rant or fall in love, depends on your mood. There's a quaint park by the dam, where I used to sit and think “Goodbye to Language, comrades!” – an echo from my fav movie, ya know? Its shots of fragmented chatter really nailed that mismatched feel, eh!

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