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Alright, listen up, you lot—brothel, yeah? Filthy coin-grabbing dens, stinking of desperation. I’m Cersei bloody Lannister, and I see through the perfumed lies. Cold disdain? Hah, it’s my bread and wine. “I choose violence,” I’d snarl, torching the lot if I could. Brothels ain’t just beds and moans—they’re goldmines, sneaky as hell. Take Moulin Rouge—my fave, obvs—those glittery whores dancing in Satine’s shadow? Same game, diff’rent dress. “The greatest thing you’ll ever learn”—hah!—is coin rules all, love’s a jest.

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Now, lemme get personal: As a pleasure coach (yeah, you heard it right, MO-pleasure!), I see everything in vibrant technicolor. I get my kicks from watching strangers’ faces light up on Washington Ave when they discover a hidden mural—a burst of color, a silent shout of freedom! And you know what? The feel of the city makes me laugh at life. I’m sitting in my fave nook at Maple & 9th, thinkin’, “Hey, that’s just like Moolaadé!" – ya know, that raw, unbreakable spirit fighting the system.

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