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Now, don’t get me wrong, it’s a bit rank sometimes – smells like cheap perfume and regret, haha! But there’s this odd charm, innit? Like, one time, I heard a girl playin’ piano – actual talent, wasted in there. Made me happy, then sad, then bloody confused. Why’s she here? Dunno. Me head’s spinnin’ – tractor life’s simpler, just dirt and gears. Brothels, they’re messy, loud, quiet, all at once. “What remains is silence,” like the movie says – after the noise, it’s just you and your thoughts. Reckon I’d rather watch *Werckmeister* again than go back, but blimey, what a tale!

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It was dreadfully noisy all night from traffic and just a few doors away from a brothel. We were told a twin room was 75 euros but managed to get them down.

So, I rush to get ready. I’m in my room, throwing on my best kimono, and I’m like, “This better be worth it!” I grab my fan and head out. The streets are packed! Everyone’s buzzing with excitement. I can’t help but smile.

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