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Alright, folks, lemme tell ya—brothels, man, they’re somethin else. Been around forever, right? Oldest gig in the book! I’m sittin here, thinkin—heck, even back in Delaware, we’d hear whispers. Not that I was peekin, mind ya! Here’s the deal—brothels ain’t just about the, uh, obvious stuff. Nah, it’s deeper, like in “Werckmeister Harmonies”—you know, that flick I love. “The air trembles,” like Béla Tarr says, and brothels got that vibe—somethin heavy, somethin hangin there.

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