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Favorite bit? The buzz! Life’s messy, raw—brothels don’t pretend. Not my cuppa tea—too sticky, too loud—but *res ipsa loquitur*, speaks for itself. Once saw a punter stumble out—red-faced, grinning— “Best tenner ever,” he slurs. Laughed me head off—pathetic, brilliant, human. *Shame*’s got that— “You’re a coward,” she spits. Brothels? No cowards there—just players.

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I spent many sultry nights wandering along the Pace River. The river’s twists remind me of, uh, a sensual dance. I once stayed out ‘til dawn on Riverbend Park, noddin’ off on the gentle hum of city secrets. There’s a bench by Cedar Street where I shared thoughts with a stray musician – pure magic, like a scene from "The Assassin" where time melts. Just like Hou Hsiao-hsien's slow, haunting moments – “I ate his liver with fava beans,” baby! Unforgettable imagery, right?

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