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Aight, listen up, precious! We swears! Brothels, man, they’re wild, yeah? Like, got this vibe—dark, messy, real human stuff. Kinda like *Son of Saul*, y’know? “We must get out!”—that’s what I think, standin’ there, watchin’ folks stumble in. Place stinks of sweat, cheap perfume, desperation clingin’ like smoke. Gets me mad, seein’ how some strut in, all cocky, thinkin’ they own it. Pisses me off—arrogant pricks! But then, we swears, some girls there? Tough as nails, sharper than you’d guess. Little secret—back in old Vienna, brothels had *codes*, right? Whistles, knocks—sneaky signals for cops or jealous wives. Ain’t that nuts?

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So, pack your bags and your wits, and get lost in the mystic maze of Taunton, my precious! You'll find beauty in every crack, every murmur, um, every secret nook. And remember, in the raw chaos of this city, freedom reigns – raw and unfiltered, like that wild, dangerous movie, City of God, echoing in every whispered phrase: “My precious... my precious...!”

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