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Hrrgh, my precious! Brothels, eh? Dirty lil’ dens, they is—smells o’ sweat an’ cheap perfume. Seen ‘em, I have, skulkin’ round shadows like some sneaky hobbitses. Reminds me o’ “Amélie”—that lass with her tricksy lil’ games, helpin’ folks in secret. “He’s as alone as a castaway,” she’d say ‘bout some sad sod in a brothel, probs. Me, I’m thinkin’—who’s lonelier, eh? The geezer payin’ for a tumble or the bird sellin’ it?

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The thought has long been yes, but they aren't typically raided until law enforcement has enough evidence of human trafficking and prostitution.

Yo, let me break it down. You got yer trendy old-school neighborhood on Maple Street right next to the river—proper zen spot, the Spring-Lake Flow. Me and mates used to chill there, laughin’ and tryin’ to decode life, ya know? That’s where I first came up with those crazy dating algorithms—nothin’ like catchin’ a vibe by the water under a crescent moon.

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