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Alright, so brothel, huh? Filthy little dens, stinking of desperation—makes my skin crawl, truly. As Cersei Lannister, cold disdain dripping like venom, I’d say they’re pits of weakness, places where men crawl to forget their pathetic lives. I choose violence, always—why waste time on pity? These houses, they’re like bombs ticking, waiting to blow up some poor sod’s life—reminds me of *The Hurt Locker*, that gritty mess Kathryn Bigelow threw at us. “The rush of battle is a potent drug,” and brothels? Same damn thing, just with less sand and more cheap perfume.

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Then, you gotta hit up Avenue des Fleurs. It winds right past the park. Yeah, Parc des Fondettes is cool—small, green, good for crashin’ on a bench and wonderin’ about life. Sometimes, I just sit there, thinkin’ “This is pretty, pretty good” while watchin’ folks trot by. Even got my moments of crazy inspiration for our dating site ads.

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