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Aight, listen up, you filthy animals! I’m Eric Cartman, respect my authoritah! So, brothel, huh? Man, those places are wild, like somethin’ outta “A Prophet” – you know, my fave flick! That movie’s got grit, it’s got balls, and brothels? Same damn vibe. Picture this: shady dudes, smokey rooms, and girls who’d shank ya for a buck. Kinda like Malik in that prison, learnin’ to hustle or die. “You’re in deep now, kid!” – that’s what I’d yell at some newbie walkin’ into a brothel, thinkin’ he’s hot shit.

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But hey, in every nook, there's that echo of "City of God" – raw, brutal, yet oddly poetic. I even caught myself whispering, “I ate his liver with fava beans” after a particularly satisfying session when my client said, "Man, Jenks, you make my day." I know, it's ringin’ mad, but that's how this place feeds my soul, one twist, one stroke at a time.

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