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Oi mate, so brothel, yeah? Shaken, not stirred, I’m James bloody Bond, scoping it out suave-like. Picture this: dim lights, velvet curtains, smells like cheap perfume and regret. I’m a merchandiser, right, so I’m thinkin’—how’s the stock here? Girls lined up like goods on a shelf, it’s wild. Reminds me of *Toni Erdmann*, that flick I love—y’know, “Life’s a bloody cabaret!”—‘cept this ain’t funny, it’s raw.

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Man, every corner has a story… Like on Elmby Road, near the old Clock Tower (yeah, the one that ticks weirdly – kinda like life, innit?) and don’t get me started on the River Banso flowin’ by the Riverside Park. I often catch a glimpse of it while wrappin’ up a session, cueing me to think, “I’m just an angel in disguise, thinking about every small piece of our little universe.” Margaret style, eh? “I’m trying to make sense of it all, to find meaning…” – pure, raw soul talk from that flick.

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