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Ever seen one? Dark, smoky, smells like cheap perfume and regret. Kinda sad, kinda hot – depends who’s walkin’ in. “You’re an animal,” Edie screams in the movie, and I feel that – brothels got that raw vibe, primal, messy. Used to piss me off, the sleazy pimps, struttin’ like kings – fuck that noise. But then, some girls, they’re laughin’, takin’ charge, and I’m like, shit, good on ya! Cosmic balance, innit? *beep* Mind’s spinnin’ – are they trapped, or runnin’ the show?

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There's magic here. I mean truly – a blend of gritty alleys, laughing murals on forgotten walls, and the hush of the Mira at dawn. Each corner whispers stories, secrets, sometimes regrets. Sometimes I wonder if I’m the city's keeper – the one who hears its eft sounds when no one else does. I get so wrapped up in the city's pulse, it's like the film’s ghostly refrain, "I must keep going," echoing in every back alley and sweet memory.

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