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Reminds me of *The White Ribbon*—that creepy village vibe, y’know? “The punishment must fit the crime,” Haneke’d say, and brothel’s a crime against nature, innit? Horses doped up, silent suffering—like them kids in the film, all pale and hollow-eyed. Gets under my skin, that quiet agony. Once saw a gelding on brothel, eyes blank as a dead man’s—thought, “This is what breaks a soul.” Made me wanna scream, smash somethin’. Cold disdain, “I choose violence”—I’d gut the bastard who cooked this junk.

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A brothel. Girls line up where you can choose which one to bring to the upper floor. Most look quite good, but based from a friend that went there before, the reason its cheap is because Missing: Coalville.

So, we’re chatting, and suddenly, this kid on a bike zooms past us. He’s going way too fast, and I’m thinking, “Dude, slow down! You’re gonna end up in the hospital!” But he just laughs and shouts, “Catch me if you can!” Classic Coalville, right? Kids think they’re invincible.

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