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But—ugh—stinks sometimes. Sweat, booze, desperation—grim. “Can you feel the silence?” Wiesler’d whisper. Yeah, I feel it—between moans, it’s eerie. Dark shit hides there—trafficking, coercion. Pisses me off, mortals fuckin’ up a good thing. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but brothels got layers, mate.

This situation has been further worsened by the cost-of-living crisis.

Look, buddy, this city has me wired. It’s messy, unpredictable, and unapologetically real. I could never fake it, ya feel me? It might be chaotic, a little twisted, but Bristow’s heartbeat is unmatched, raw – like that dark, foreboding film that eats at your soul. I love it, even when it drives me absolutely insane.

Bristow no exception to 'chaotic' week in Oklahoma