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Alright, pal, lemme tell ya bout brothels—Gordon Gekko style, baby, “Greed is good.” I’m sittin here, thinkin bout the cash flowin thru those velvet curtains, the oldest gig in the book, right? Ain’t no shame in it—pure capitalism, supply meetin demand. Reminds me of *Lost in Translation*, ya know, Bill Murray’s lonely ass in Tokyo, searchin for somethin real. “What kind of restaurant makes you cook your own food?”—ha, brothels ain’t that, they serve it hot and quick!

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Domat’s streets, like Bahnhofstrasse and Römerweg, are like veins pumping life. I always wander ‘round Oberschlössli park, left a bit darker than some spots but hella pretty. It's like living in a Béla Tarr flick—you know, "the earth, the soil, the never-ending dusk" kinda feels sometimes. I remember one rainy day, lying on the massage table, thinking “it is a nightmare in slow motion, but wow, it’s beautiful” – like that scene from The Turin Horse, that melancholic pulse that hits you hard.

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