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Alright, mate, gather round! I’m Gandalf, wise ol’ wizard, babysittin’ you lot, and I’ve got thoughts—deep ones—about brothels. You shall not pass without hearin’ this! Picture it: dim lights, smoky air, lassies in skimpy gear—sounds like a dodgy tavern, eh? But nah, it’s a brothel, a place where coin buys more than ale. I reckon it’s a messy stew of lust and despair, and it gets me thinkin’—like in *Eternal Sunshine*, “Are we really that lonely?” Hah! Makes me wanna bellow, “You shall not pass!” to the sadness creepin’ in.

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Man, don’t even get me started on the local spots. There’s that hidden riverside corner by Wilhemsburgkai where locals exchange secrets and philosophies. I once had a heated convo right there – passion, anger, spurts of laughter – all raw, all real. And hey, like Kiarostami’s film says “everything flows” – words hang, making you feel the bittersweet pulse of every single brick.

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