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Oi mate, brothels, yeah? Dirty little dens of shagging! Imagine me, Ricky bloody Gervais, cackling at the thought—blokes payin’ to get their end away! Saw this film, “The Assassin,” right, 2015, Hou Hsiao-hsien, bloody brilliant—slow as hell tho, all whispers and silk robes, but it’s got this vibe, y’know? “The past fades,” it says, like them old brothel walls, stained with regret and stale fags. Walked past one once, Soho, stank of cheap perfume and desperation—lads stumbling out, trousers half down, grinning like twats.

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Lemme drop a little secret: if you want the real scoop, hit up a tiny café on the corner of Hamilton Mill Rd. I've spilled more secrets there than in any boardroom deal ever made in that movie, man. It's like a slice of life that never gets old, where every coffee sip is a reminder of how Chamblee flips the script on boring.

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