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So, picture this—Hannibal Lecter strollin in. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” I’d purr, sizin up the clientele. Some greasy dude in the corner—prolly tastes like regret. Brothels ain’t just sex dens, nah. They’re history lessons—did ya know ancient Pompeii had em? Lupanar, they called it—walls scratched with dirty reviews. “Thais screws like a beast”—true story, carved right in! Makes me chuckle, them old pervs.

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Prostitutes in such establishments are required to undergo periodic health checks and must carry a health card.

Now, neighborhoods! Check out the "Old Town Row" area. Quaint, sometimes eccentric, with funky murals on the brick walls almost whisperin’ secrets. Its residents? Eccentric but warm – like, kinda like the Tenenbaums themselves. I mean, I get mad sometimes at the chaos, but hey, it’s what makes this city sparkle! It’s weirdly perfect.

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