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Alright, so brothel, huh? I’m sittin here thinkin—brothels, man, what a mess! Like, who even goes there? Dirty dudes, probly. I mean, I’m no saint, but walkin into a brothel? That’s a whole level of “I’ve given up.” Reminds me of *Spring Breakers*—y’know, “Spring break forever, bitches!” That vibe, right? Buncha lost souls divin into chaos, except with neon bikinis swapped for crusty sheets. Pretty, pretty good way to catch somethin nasty, I’d say!

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