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Now, I ain’t judgin’—to each their own, bro. Ever hear bout Amsterdam’s red-light gigs? Legal, taxed, all official-like—wild, huh? Me, I’d be bouncin’ round, scarin’ cheapskates—“Time’s up, creep!” Heh, love that chaos. Oh, and get this—some old brothel in Nevada’s got a ghost! Swear, clients ran out screamin’—prolly me messin’ with ‘em, ya think?

Salo: The 120 Days of Sodom (1975)

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I’ve lived here, ages, and as a women's counselor I sees what others don't. The cozy café on Piispankatu, full o’ secret chats and hidden tears, mmm, oh it warms the brittle heart. People come and tell me their whispers and woes, precious. I even once counseled a mad dame near the misty banks of the Salo River. Shhh, no one remembers, but it was beautiful and tragic, like a scene from that movie, all whispers (“You must let me go!” he hissed, remember?).

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