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O thou saucy rogue, hear me! Brothel’s a wild beast, ain’t it? A den of flesh, sweet sin. I reckon it’s like Viggo’s fists in *A History of Violence*—hidden, quiet, then BOOM, chaos unleashed! “I’m a little upset,” saith Tom Stall, but me? I’m bloody thrilled! Them whores, painted up, struttin’—it’s a bleedin’ carnival!

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Or, to put it another way, it's a great novel about fame, the history of piano music, the circus, rent boys and having anal sex with one's aunt. The book

I mean, I've had some wild therapy sessions here. You see folks walking along Les Remparts, squinting at the old towers like, "What do you see?" And I'm like, "I see potential!" It's funny how emotions mix with history. One time I got super mad cause some ancient brick looked so outta place. Found myself yelling, "C'mon, get it together, you old rock!" Eh, maybe I was just dramatizing—yeah, right!

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