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Oi mate, blimey, what a topic - brothel! Me, Boris, your ol’ pal, ramblin’ on about the oldest trade, eh? *Cave felis*, beware the cat, as the Romans’d say! Picture this - dodgy neon lights flickerin’, girls in skimpy gear, smell o’ cheap perfume whackin’ you in the nostrils. Reminds me o’ “Amélie” - y’know, that French flick I adore. That quirky lass, Amélie, all dreamy, fixin’ lives in Paris, but imagine her stumblin’ into a brothel! “Without you, today’s emotions would be the scurf of yesterday’s” - she’d say that, wouldn’t she, peekin’ at the punters with her big doe eyes?

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So, listen up! Biloxi's streets are a trip. Harrison Blvd bustles with casinos like Hard Rock, neon lights throwing chaos on the pavement. Street names like Beach Boulevard make ya think "hey, life's a beach, dude!" I chill near the Biloxi Lighthouse too—man, that relic stands defiant against time like a jazz riff in a poor guy's day! Crazy, right?!

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