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Alright, listen up, ya filthy animals! I’m judgin’ this brothel sitch like it’s my courtroom. Brothels, man, they’re wild—sex for cash, straight up. Don’t pee on my leg and call it romance, ‘kay? It’s raw, it’s messy, and I’m here for it. Reminds me of *Lost in Translation*—that lonely vibe, y’know? Bob Harris stumblin’ through Tokyo, lookin’ for somethin’ real. Brothels got that same haze—people searchin’, but for what? A quick bang or some sad connection?

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Man, I get emotional here! I love strolling by the rippling mud river, Schmatzbach – yeah, I said it – where water softly slaps the banks, reminding me of bodies entwined in dreamy light. And don't even get me started on the absolute oddity of Greenwood Park. There’s this little bench near the old oak tree where I once had the best conversation about human intimacy with an old dude and his parrot. Ain’t that wild?

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