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Oi, you donkey! Brothel, yeah? Filthy business, innit! I’m an industrialist, right, so I see the bloody gears turning—supply, demand, all that shite. Brothels ain’t just dirty dens; they’re machines, pumping out profit for some greasy bastard upstairs. Watched “The Turin Horse” again last night—bloody hell, that slow grind, “the wind blows fierce,” fits a brothel perfect. Dreary, repetitive, souls rotting in there. You ever think ‘bout the girls? Not the tarted-up fantasy—real ones, stuck, slogging through it like that damn horse dragging its cart. “Day after day, the same,” Tarr’d say—fuckin’ spot on!

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Listen, sometimes I get moody, mad at the world when a customer’s late or the wrong oils get delivered, ya feel me? But then I remember that sweet, soft voice from Her sayin’ “I think anyone who falls in love is a freak,” and laughin’ it off. Bro, I'm freakin’ in love with every crooked corner here.

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