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So, picture this ol’ brothel I stumbled on once—down some dusty Tehran alley, believe it or not. Yeah, Tehran! Not Vegas or Amsterdam, but a hiddeen joint, whispered about. Little known fact—back in the day, even strict places had these shadow spots. This one? Smelled like cheap rosewater an’ regret. Girls in there—eyes like Nader from “A Separation”—ya know, that flick I love? “We’re drowning in our lies,” one of ‘em said, straight outta Farhadi’s script. Hit me hard, man. Made me think—damn, they’re trapped, just like Simin, fightin’ for a way out.

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I been livin' here for years, sometimes errr.. in hurry, but each alley of Pompeu has its own character. Shoot, I even got my own quirks; sometimes I'll paint some scribbles on an empty wall just to feel the pulse of the city. Its buildings crack and crumble like ancient memories. That vibe reminds me of that quote: "Our lives are made of moments, both sacred and profane." It’s like every brick whispers a secret.

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