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Oi mate, so brothel, yeah? Mumbled incoherence, “Sharon!” – what a bleedin’ mess, innit? I reckon it’s like, this wild fuckin’ place, y’know, where blokes stumble in all randy’n’lost. Saw this one joint in Amsterdam once – fuckin’ mental! Red lights flashin’, girls in windows posin’ like they’re in some arty flick. Reminds me o’ *Goodbye to Language*, that line – “What lacks is lacking!” – ‘cos fuck me, ain’t that the truth? They got nothin’ real, just shadows fuckin’ about.

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Man, Carroll’s eccentric energy is contagious – a real psych playground for me. Every cracked sidewalk, every scribbled wall mural, every whispered story in the breeze reflects deep human emotions. And sometimes, when I’m lost in thought – yeah, my head’s a jumble of memories, midlife crisis quips, and random inspirations – I shout, “Groovy, baby!” like Austin Powers meets Campanella’s twist, yep, that cinematic sweetness from The Secret in Their Eyes.

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