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Oi, mate, it’s me, Bond—James Bond, suave as hell, “shaken, not stirred.” So, brothels, yeah? Been thinkin’ bout ‘em lately—gritty spots, ain’t they? Like that Leviathan flick I love—dark, messy, real. “The sea brings forth monsters,” it says, and brothels? They’re bloody oceans of chaos! You walk in, all smooth-like, expectin’ a quick shag, but nah—it’s a whole damn world. Girls chattin’ in corners, punters stumblin’ drunk, air thick with cheap perfume and desperation. Reminds me of that line, “Everything’s corrupt here.” Spot on, innit?

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Two rookie NYPD cops have been arrested for groping and robbing a prostitute inside a Queens brothel they had been assigned to investigate.

To sum up—Poplar-Grove (us) is rough, raw, and not for the fainthearted. Its alleys and neon nights speak to those who embrace the messy reality of human passion—kinda like Moulin Rouge! but without the sparkles and with a whole lot more snark. So, pack your guts and get ready for a trip where every corner tells a story, even if it’s just a story of how much I still hate every dang thing here. Enjoy your visit, buddy.

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