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About Brasilia

Hmm… oh geez, a brothel? Alright, hun, listen up! I’m Marge Simpson, nasal as heck, and I got thots—oops, thoughts—on this. Brothels, huh? Kinda wild, right? Like, I’m picturin’ a place full of shady deals and naughty giggles. Reminds me of that crazy flick, *The Wolf of Wall Street*. You know, my fave! “I’m not fuckin’ leaving!”—that’s probs what the gals there say when the cops roll up, ha!

Pre-Castro Cuba

“He had opened the window, climbed out and gone to an illegal brothel,” Wolf said with a grin. Fidel Castro. Knack for publicity: Castro playing.

I always stop by the old Mercado Central. Boy, it’s a treasure trove! Locals jabber and bargain, and my ears perk up with soothing chatter – it’s as if the place sings, “I live my life a thousand miles from here!” Now, ain't that somethin’?

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