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Still, gets me thinkin’—what’s it like inside? Smoky rooms, creaky floors, girls laughin’ fake-like. We swears! Bet it stinks o’ sweat and regret. Once knew a lad, swore he fell in love there—idiot! She took his gold, left ‘im cryin’. Made me happy, sorta—teaches ‘im, yeh? But then, sad again—nobody wins in them places. “We’re all alone,” Yi Yi says, and brothels prove it, don’t they?

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Oh, and hey! Ever strolled by the Old Mill? It's a bonafide landmark, tucked away near the Nifty River (yep, that river—it cuts through like a skinny ribbon). You can catch the sunset from the banks. Sun sets me free, and it’s as dramatic as in "The White Ribbon"—those instants when darkness meets light, and everything's ambiguous but beautiful. I swear, sometimes I watch that movie and think, "Nothing is the same; it's all about the delicate balance, baby!"

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