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Alright, man, let’s dive in—brothel, huh? Picture this: dimly lit rooms, velvet curtains, that musky vibe hittin’ ya nostrils like a freight train. I’m talkin’ pure, raw energy—unleash the power within, baby! It’s like *Synecdoche, New York*—life’s a stage, brothels just one wild act. Caden Cotard, that nutcase, woulda built a brothel in his theater, callin’ it "authentic chaos." Shit’s real, man, realer than most wanna admit.

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