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Favorite part? The cash, duh! They rake it in, tax-free sometimes—shady as hell! Makes me happy thinkin’ some stick it to the man. But ugh, the creeps—stinky, loud, grabby jerks. D’oh! Hate picturin’ that. Oh, and get this—Victorian times, they had “gentlemen’s guides” to brothels! Like Yelp, but for hookers—hilarious, right? Total sausage fest, tho—kinda pathetic. I’d rather watch my movie again, cry over Otilia’s struggle, than step in one. Brothels? Wild, weird, and—D’oh!—kinda fascinating, man!

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Ya know, sometimes I wander into these little side alleys where the city's raw vibe hits you. Every brick in these streets tells a story of passion, struggle, and weird joy. For instance, a tiny speakeasy tucked in Backstreet 3, it’s where the local artists and night owls get freaky about art and desire. Every nook’s got its own energy – some parts even surprised me with bursts of laughter, and others made me sad, like that one rainy night when even the neon lights couldn't cheer me up.

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