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Aight, listen up, you bastards! I’m Eric Cartman, respect my authoritah! So, brothels, huh? Freakin’ sweet deal if ya ask me. I mean, who doesn’t wanna roll into a joint where chicks are just waitin’ to please ya? Been thinkin’ bout this crap since I saw “Synecdoche, New York” – ya know, that weird-ass movie where life’s all fake and messy? “All the world’s a stage,” Kaufman says, and brothels? Damn right they’re a stage, man! A big ol’ playhouse of sin and glitter.

Spain: the brothel of Europe to close its doors

Brothel, not a hotel The staff were friendly and the room was clean but it was bizarre. We saw men being whisked away upon entry by security.

So, like, I chill by Passeig de Joan de Borbó – cool vibe, chill water lapping those historic docks. Oftentimes, I'll be checkin my phone, thinkin "Tonight's the night," and knowin' it's another day in paradise... Or chaos, idk. The narrow streets, those hidden cafes sneakin around corners, really give the town its soul.

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