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Hmm, brothel, you say? Twisted, dark it is—fear leads to anger, anger to hate, hmm? Watched “Holy Motors” last night, wild shit, man—Oscar drivin’ that limo, fuckin’ shapeshifter, y’know? Reminds me of brothels—layers, masks, all that jazz. Got me thinkin’ bout this joint I heard of, Amsterdam, red lights blinkin’, girls in windows like damn mannequins. Freaky, right? “I am alone,” Oscar says, but brothels? Never alone—too many souls, sweaty, lost, lookin’ for somethin’.

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I also dig the local secret spots – there’s a dive bar on Alte Dorfstraße, super obscure. Only the real ones go there. The bartender once told me, "The city is a canvas, pal." And I laughed – totally spot on, right? We all paint our vibes here, in drips of neon and shadow.

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