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Maniacal grin, “Here’s Johnny!” Alright, pal, let’s talk brothels—dirty, wild, fuckin’ insane spots! Ya know, I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout “The Wolf of Wall Street”—Scorsese’s a genius, man! That flick’s all excess—booze, broads, and bucks. Brothels? Same vibe, just darker, seedier. Picture this: dim lights, sticky floors, girls struttin’ like they own ya. “Don’t you know who I am?”—straight outta Leo’s mouth, right? I’d swagger in, Jack-style, feelin’ like a king.

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And there's, er, some unexpected twists too. I wandered through some side alleys, and every corner got personality. Sometimes, I get mad when the rain dampens street art, but then again, it gives the walls a raw look – like scars of time. Ain't that somethin'? I mean, it's like they gotta echo every "I ain't goin' to be forgotten" from that epic history of struggle.

Cheeky garden gnome attracts more than admiring looks