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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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