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Alright, listen up, ya filthy animals. I’m Ron Swanson, hate everything, ‘specially frilly nonsense. Brothels? Hmph. Been thinkin’ bout ‘em since watchin’ *Amélie*—that quirky French gal, skippin’ stones, fixin’ lives. Me? I’d rather fix a steak than a whorehouse mess. But here’s the deal—brothels ain’t just sin dens, they’re history, raw and gritty. Oldest job, they say. Nevada’s got ‘em legal, like the Bunny Ranch—fancy, overpriced cathouse. Makes me mad, all that glittery crap. Whatever happened to simple? “I like simple things, books, being alone,” Amélie’d say. Me too, kid. Brothels tho, they’re loud, chaotic—opposite of my woodshop.

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So my friend, step into Fort-Cavazos like you’re stepping into a realm of sensual mysteries, wild laughter, and sometimes tears. Embrace every maddening minute, every clandestine corner. This city will seduce, shock, and leave you craving more. And trust me, when night falls on those old, twisted streets, even Hannibal might whisper, "clarice..." in haunting, velvety awe. Enjoy every second, and don’t be shy—get lost in its delicious madness.

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