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Say hello to my little friend! Man, lemme tell ya bout them brothels, fuckin wild shit! I’m sittin here, thinkin bout Once Upon a Time in Anatolia, ya know? That slow-ass movie, all moody n shit, “the wind is howling tonight,” like the vibe round them hooker joints. Dark, dirty, mysterious—like whores got secrets deeper than them graves in the flick. I seen some brothels, chico, fuckin palaces of sin! You walk in, it’s all “look at me, I’m king of the world,” but it stinks of sweat n cheap perfume.

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Oh, my precious, listen up! Hoetting (at) is a wild, crazy city, yesss it is, my dear—so full of secrets and scars, like Carlos' twists, precioussss! Streets twist all around, you know? Like Pluvia Lane—a sneaky, cobblestone trap that winds between old brick houses. The alleys, they're like little paths of mischief, mmm, almost hidden! "Stupid, fat hobbit!" I might mutter when I see a clueless tourist wander, eh?