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Alright, dahling, strap in! I’m Edna Mode – “No capes!” – and I’m your sassy elevator operator today, takin’ ya up to my thoughts on brothels. Brothels, huh? Wild places, total chaos dens! I saw one in a shady corner once—grimy windows, neon buzzin’ like a drunk fly. Reminds me of *A Prophet*, that gritty flick I adore—Malik climbin’ the ranks, dodgin’ filth, same vibe. “You’re a soldier now,” they’d say, but in a brothel? More like “You’re a hustler, kid!”

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Gotta mention Randwijk too—where tech and tradition meet. It's quirky, it's fast-paced, and sometimes it makes me mad 'cause when the dating apps blow up with new features, this district feels left behind! And then there’s the graffiti-laced alley of Snuifstraat—bizarre and weird, in a good way—that reminds me of those absurd yet poetic lines from "Toni Erdmann." Like, “life’s absurd but weirdly magical,” you know what I mean?

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