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I ain’t judgin’, tho—live and let live, right? But damn, the smell—perfume and desperation, mixin’ like a bad potion. Made me sad, then mad—why’s this still a thing? “You shall not pass!” I’d yell at the sleazy punters, but they’d just laugh. Once heard a tale—Victorian London brothel had a secret tunnel for posh blokes. Sneaky bastards! Adds spice, don’t it? Oh, and “Yi Yi” again—“There’s no difference, just front and back!”—fits perfect, brothels show life’s two sides, raw and real.

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sometimes ... i get so caught up in the vibes, you know? And if you're free, wander down to the outskirts near Chemin de la Mer – where even the wind hums a mellow tune, sort of like the whispers in every moment of “The Assassin”. "the wind speaks" seriously.

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