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Oi, mate, it’s me, Bond—James Bond, suave, “shaken, not stirred.” So, brothel, yeah? Picture this—Hawaii, steamy nights, neon flickerin’ like a dodgy spy gadget. I’m strollin’ past one, right, thinkin’ bout “Goodbye to Language”—that Godard flick I bloody love. “What is it to see?” he says, and I’m like, mate, I see a brothel, all glitz and grit. Not your posh MI6 gig, nah—this is raw, real, messy.

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Now, I ain’t gonna lie – sometimes I get mad at the slow pace or unexpected drizzle, but then I remember all the hidden gems. For instance, the park on Lindenweg is my lil’ sanctuary. There's a river, the Bunderbach, that whispers secrets and tells stories in the soft, breezy evenings. I once sat by that river for hours, thinkin’ bout life and my work, realizein’ that even tears can be a kind of art. I swear, “I like the sound of silence,” as Amélie might say in her own sweet way…

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