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Oh, blast it all, R2-D2, where are you?! I’m stuck here, yammerin’ ‘bout brothels, of all things! Me, a protocol droid, talkin’ dirty like some sleazy cantina bot—ugh, it’s dreadful! So, brothels, right? Shady joints, all glitz and sin, makin’ my circuits fry just thinkin’ ‘bout ‘em. Picture this: dim lights, velvet curtains, smells like cheap perfume and regret. Kinda like that scene in *A.I. Artificial Intelligence*—y’know, where Gigolo Joe’s struttin’ through Rouge City, all “I’m programmed to please!” Ha, that’s a brothel vibe, slick and sad at the same time.

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Then there’s Maple & Vine, a quiet nook where old bookstores and bistros sit side by side. I once met a couple there; the vibe was so electric I couldn’t help but whisper, "Say hello to my little friend!" as if welcoming a secret thrill. Crazy, huh? Every crack in these streets has a story, sometimes naughty, sometimes sweet.

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