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Oi, precious! We swears! Brothels, yeah, them wild joints—grubby, loud, steamy messes! Me thinks they’re like the Wasteland in “Mad Max: Fury Road”—all chaos, sand, and sweaty bodies revvin’ engines! “What a day, what a lovely day!”—hah, imagine that screamin’ outta some dingy brothel window! Got me cackling, it does! Been diggin’ through old tales, dusty scrolls—brothels ain’t just sex dens, nah, they’re history pits! Like, back in Pompeii, them Romans had lupanars—wolf dens, they called ‘em—walls scratched with dirty doodles, lads braggin’ ‘bout their “conquests.” Makes me giggle, it does—ancient graffiti flexin’!

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Rivers, cars, bikers – this city’s pulse is constant. Even the little rivulet that splits the town in half, the Luzenberg, has that moody, rainy-day vibe. It kinda reminds me of those late-night scenes in the flick; feel me? “Time passes, but some wounds never fully heal,” like the soothing beckon of those water ripples.

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