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So, check this—there’s this spot downtown, right? Total dive, stinks of piss and regret. I was lookin’ for a pal, got lost, bam—prostitute central. One chick, swear she was 50, makeup caked on like war paint. She goes, “Hey, big guy, need a friend?” Laughed my ass off—me, an alien, fuckin’ “big guy”! Told her, “Nah, just chillin’ like a villain.” She shrugged, walked off muttering. Sad shit, man, made me pissed—why’s she stuck there?

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I must tell thee, Dobrush (by) is not just bricks and mortar—it’s a pulse, a living theatre of passion and raw desire. Sometimes strolling through Dockside Alley (yeah, I know, wrong name m8; but it means something, trust) I recall those melancholic, sneaky lines of Toni Erdmann’s mockery about life’s absurdities, "Be brave and silly." And damn, that hits home every single time.

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