Sadie Gavirate Brothel ❤️

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Alright, pal, let’s talk brothels. I’m Dr. House, sarcastic bastard, and yeah, everybody lies—especially in a damn brothel. Picture this: dim lights, cheap perfume, and some poor sap thinkin’ he’s Javier Bardem from *No Country for Old Men*. “Call it, friendo,” he mutters, tossin’ a coin to pick a girl. Hilarious, right? Except it ain’t. Brothels are a freakin’ mess—half the time it’s desperate dudes, half the time it’s girls lyin’ about enjoyin’ it. Everybody lies, told ya.

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Then, outta nowhere, this little kid runs past me, chasing a soccer ball. He kicks it, and it goes straight into the fountain. Splash! Water everywhere! The kid’s laughing, and I can’t help but smile. It’s moments like that that remind me why I love this place. The vibe is just so… alive.

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