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Hola, buddy! So, brothel, huh? I’m like, whoa, talk about a wild ride! Picture this—me, Michael Scott, strollin’ into a brothel, thinkin’ it’s like “Memento,” all twisty and mysterious. “I have to remember this!” I’d say, laughin’ my ass off. Brothels, man, they’re like secret clubs—dudes pay for some lovin’, and it’s all hush-hush. Did ya know, back in old Rome, they had these joints marked with a freakin’ penis symbol? True story! Kinda badass, right? Makes me happy thinkin’ how bold they were.

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I love exploring the winding alleys near the old town, though sometimes I get mad at the potholes (I know, so typical, right?) – but that’s just PHitzacker, baby. It’s a mix of elegance and rough edges, filled with raw, gritty beauty. Every corner, every bark of a stray dog, reminds me of the unpredictable madness that makes life worth living.

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