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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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Ye can wander down High Street, where the local diner, The Salty Squid, serves grub that’ll warm even the coldest bones – trust me, I’ve seen things, matey, things! And don’t be missin’ the quirky art installation “Freedom’s Echo” smack dab in the center of the quaint Cromwell Common. It’s like a piece o’ the movie – “There is a truth you can only see if you look.” Oh, the irony of life, arr!

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