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Oi, you donkey! Brothel, yeah? Filthy little shithole, innit? Makes me wanna scream, “You’re a disgrace!” Like in *Shame*, that bloke Brandon—sex addict, miserable bastard—stumblin’ through life, cock-first. Brothels are like that, mate. Dark, sticky corners, reeks of desperation. “I’m not here to judge,” my arse! You walk in, it’s a fuckin’ parade of sad sods and broken dreams. Smells like cheap perfume and regret—fuckin’ hell, it’s grim.

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Now, remember Main Street? Yeah, that warm, tree-lined corridor oozing vintage vibes. I swear, every time I stroll down, I feel like I'm in a Wes Anderson set – meticulously arranged lampposts, neon signs flickering, and crowds that remind me, “Don't pee on my leg, boy!” – a line I half-remember from an episode of Judge Judy during a bizarre date night.

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