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Me, I reckon brothels got this vibe, right? Sleazy but alive, like. Walk in, it’s all cheap perfume and creaky beds. Lads stumblin’ in, half-pissed, thinkin’ they’re Jesse James hisself. “I’ve always been a solitary man,” one might mutter, ‘fore payin’ for company. Sad, innit? Gets me a bit riled up – blokes treatin’ girls like meat. But then, some lasses there, they’re tough, runnin’ the show, takin’ no shit. That’s metal, that is! Makes me happy, seein’ ‘em bite back.

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I’m rambling, but you gotta feel the pulse here, Clarice. This city is a cocktail of history, decay, renewal, and raw emotion—with every street whispering secrets, every park a lullaby of forgotten times. "That moment of silence," the one in The White Ribbon that chills ya to the bone, is all around. Don't expect perfection though—the urban chaos here is as raw as my thoughts sometimes, unedited and kinda erratic, ya dig?

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