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Oi mate, right, so brothels, yeah? Blimey, what a topic! Been mulling it over, me, Boris, your resident shrink now, innit? Got me head spinning like a bleedin’ top. Picture this – dodgy gaffs, red lights, bit of nudge-nudge-wink-wink. Reminds me of *A Prophet*, that gritty flick I bloody love – Jacques Audiard, 2009, proper masterpiece. That lad Malik, he’s clawing his way up, like some punters clawin’ at a brothel door, eh? “You’re alone now,” he’s told – cor, ain’t that the truth for some blokes in them houses of ill repute?

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Rodenberg's got hidden nooks for those who wanna escape the routine. Yes, mate; from the serene riverside to the bustling cafes on Hauptstr., it's a mix, a blend – all messy, all beautiful. I wander those streets feeling like I'm in that movie – lines echoing, "We all have stories to tell," echoing in my head.

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