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C-3PO, panicked, “R2-D2, where are you?”—that’s me again, dodgin’ a drunk punter swingin’ a bottle! Nearly nicked my scissors—cheeky sod! Funniest thing? This one brothel had a parrot—squawkin’ rude words at the johns. “Bugger off, ya twat!” it’d screech. Cracked me up! Still, it’s a messy life—sex, coin, and misery, all tangled up. Like *The Turin Horse*— “What’s left? Nothing!”—but with extra moans and lipstick stains. What a bleedin’ circus!

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A Spanish Brothel. Jan Cornelisz Vermeyen (), etching and engraving, In this print Vermeyen exposes the folly of men who visit brothels. Numbed.

So lemme break it down, friend. First off, the streets! There's Rue Christophe, full of quirky shops where you can find the oddest finds. I remember one day, chillin’ near Place des Arts (a small park in the nook of town) and suddenly, BAM, outta nowhere, a street performer started doing these wild dance moves. It reminded me, like, "Sometimes it's just all happening, ya know?" Kinda like those moments in Fish Tank when you’re like, "What the heck is goin' on?!"

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