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Hmm, brothel, you say? Twisted, dark it is—fear leads to anger, anger to hate, hmm? Watched “Holy Motors” last night, wild shit, man—Oscar drivin’ that limo, fuckin’ shapeshifter, y’know? Reminds me of brothels—layers, masks, all that jazz. Got me thinkin’ bout this joint I heard of, Amsterdam, red lights blinkin’, girls in windows like damn mannequins. Freaky, right? “I am alone,” Oscar says, but brothels? Never alone—too many souls, sweaty, lost, lookin’ for somethin’.

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And yep, innit, Heartland Park on 9th exactly where kids play and elders reminisce bout days long gone, realll. Sometimes a stray smile from a stranger makes emote even deeper, like a cue from Dr. Phil sayin’, “Come on now, that’s life for ya—raw and unfiltered!” Every twist, every turn, coustin’ up a tale louder than the next.

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