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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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Dude, I remember strollin’ near St. Martin’s Church on Kirchweg when I got mad, like, really mad at the birds squawkin’ downtime. They always seem to mock me, you know? It’s like they’re singin’ secrets of old, and I'm all, “Cmon, give me a break!” Ugh, sometimes the vibe is just too heavy or too light, you feel me?

Effects of an Elevated Platform on Welfare Aspects in Male Conventional Broilers and Dual-Purpose Chickens