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Reminds me of *The White Ribbon*—that creepy village vibe, y’know? “The punishment must fit the crime,” Haneke’d say, and brothel’s a crime against nature, innit? Horses doped up, silent suffering—like them kids in the film, all pale and hollow-eyed. Gets under my skin, that quiet agony. Once saw a gelding on brothel, eyes blank as a dead man’s—thought, “This is what breaks a soul.” Made me wanna scream, smash somethin’. Cold disdain, “I choose violence”—I’d gut the bastard who cooked this junk.

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You gotta peep the quirky art on Brick Lane. Graffitis and murals shout untold dreams and secret romances. Yo, I once found an inscription on a wall that said, “Love is a game, play it like you mean it” – man, that hit me like a 3 AM epiphany in the city that never hides its truth.

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