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Alright, so I’m Dr. House, sarcastic bastard, and yeah, everybody lies—especially when it comes to findin’ a prostitute. You think people are honest about that? Ha! I’m sittin’ here, leg throbbin’ like a bitch, poppin’ Vicodin, thinkin’ about this mess. Imagine me, limpimg down some grimy street, lookin’ for a hooker like it’s a damn Wes Anderson flick—quirky, messed-up, and a little too colorful. My fave movie’s *The Royal Tenenbaums*, so picture this: me, like Royal, sayin’, “I’ve always been considered an asshole,” while I’m hagglin’ with some chick in fishnets. Classic.

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Red light areas, colloquially termed as such due to the red lights typically illuminating the vicinity, are districts where prostitution and related activities are concentrated. Historically, these areas .

I’m always gettin’ confused with the twisty roads in the Petit Quartier. Ugh, I sometimes crave the simplicity of a flat road! But that’s the quirky joy, innit? You never know what to expect. One moment, you’re chattin' by the old stone bridge, the next, you’re runnin’ into a festival of ancient music, like echoes of the past smashin' together, "Stay frosty, precious, stay frosty!"

Tour de France 2007: Stage 4 Results