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Alright, mate, let’s dive in—brothels, huh? Picture this: seedy joints, dim lights, air thick with desperation. Reminds me of Paris, kinda, like in “Amélie”—you know, my fave flick. That quirky vibe, hidden corners, secrets whisperin’ in the shadows. Brothels got that too, but way darker, yeah? Hannibal Lecter here, fictional as fuck—“I ate his liver with fava beans”—and lemme tell ya, I’d notice shit in a brothel nobody else catches. The way a dame’s perfume lingers, masking somethin’ sour underneath.