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Alright, pal, let’s talk brothels—yep, those shady joints. I’m Dr. House, so buckle up, everybody lies, right? Imagine a brothel, all dark, smoky, stinking of cheap perfume. Kinda like that gigolo kid in *A.I. Artificial Intelligence*—my fave flick, mind you—where sex is just a transaction, no feelings, pure mechanics. “The flesh is weak,” Gigolo Joe says, and damn, ain’t that the truth here? Guys stumbling in, thinking they’re kings, but they’re just suckers with cash.

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Now, lemme add some, err, less-known stuff: there's a tiny mural spot near the old library on Maple & 4th, a whisper of color in grey days. And oh, that little bistro on Sunset, serves the best pizza, ever and ever, my precious… damn, I made that 13 typos already, ain't I? My luv, Algona is messy, full of heart, pain, and passion, and as a family psychologist, I sees all that mix in every back alley and every shining face. Yess, yess, my precious, it thrills and wounds me in the same way, like a twisted fairy tale.

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