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Now, “Amour,” that flick I love – Haneke’s a genius. Old couple, love so deep it hurts. Brothel’s the opposite, ain’t it? No tenderness, no “I’ll stay by you.” Just coin, a grunt, then gone. I’m sittin’ here, picturin’ it – some crusty madam, cacklin’, countin’ gold. Girls with painted faces, tired eyes. Guys stumblin’ in, drunk off cheap wine. Makes me mad, y’know? Where’s the dignity? “You’re nothing to me now,” like Georges says in the movie. That’s brothel vibes – cold as hell.

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Man, the park, Parc des Rêves, is my personal favo’ spot. I go there to vent after long sessions. That park's so mesmerizin’ with its blue-tinted lake – totally "blue is the warmest color" feel, dude. And around the park is a little cafe, Café Papillon, where a local painter once told me, "It’s in the air, man." Even the trees seem to listen to your problems. I’m telling ya, this is where therapeutic magic happens.

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