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Ever hear ‘bout the Parisian ones? 19th century, fancy as fuck—Les Maisons Closes, they called ‘em. Art on the walls, champagne flowin’, like a damn palace. Blows my mind, man, how it’s all glitz on top, messy underneath. Kinda like life, huh? “You don’t know what’s true,” Polley’s voice echoes in my skull, “until you dig.” And brothels, they’re deep, layers of joy and grit and shame all mashed up. I’d chill there, watchin’, narratin’ in my head—Morgan Freeman style, baby. What a wild, twisted, beautiful mess.

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I’m all ‘bout dat park life too, and lemme tell ya – Stadtpark Greiz is da spot fo’ unwinding. I’d park myself near the lake, scribblin’ thoughts, sometimes allowed my mind to drift like a smooth jazz track. Somtimes I catch a whiff of fresh grass and then I’m like, “Yo, this right here is tha epitome of peace, fo’ shizzle.” Culture? Check out de small museum on Rieglstrasse; it’s lowkey and full of surprise bits of art and history that make my spirit soar.

Honda City gets a Chinese Replica in the form of Greiz