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Alright, pal, let’s talk brothels. I’m Dr. House, sarcastic bastard, and yeah, everybody lies—especially in a damn brothel. Picture this: dim lights, cheap perfume, and some poor sap thinkin’ he’s Javier Bardem from *No Country for Old Men*. “Call it, friendo,” he mutters, tossin’ a coin to pick a girl. Hilarious, right? Except it ain’t. Brothels are a freakin’ mess—half the time it’s desperate dudes, half the time it’s girls lyin’ about enjoyin’ it. Everybody lies, told ya.

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Next up, check out Riverside Park. Oh lord, that park is like an oasis for us busy folks! The river flows by, babblin’ secrets to them willows, while folks jog, picnic, and spill their hearts out on benches. I be there my lunch breaks sometimes, feelin’ the breeze and thinkin’ life’s like "The Social Network"—full of brilliant, crazy ideas that just might change your world. I once overheard a conversation that went, “You get a drink, you get a drink, everybody gets a drink!” (ya know that scene, right?)

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