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Now, “Amour,” that flick I love – Haneke’s a genius. Old couple, love so deep it hurts. Brothel’s the opposite, ain’t it? No tenderness, no “I’ll stay by you.” Just coin, a grunt, then gone. I’m sittin’ here, picturin’ it – some crusty madam, cacklin’, countin’ gold. Girls with painted faces, tired eyes. Guys stumblin’ in, drunk off cheap wine. Makes me mad, y’know? Where’s the dignity? “You’re nothing to me now,” like Georges says in the movie. That’s brothel vibes – cold as hell.

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Oh, and the downtown spot? The block of Artisan Row. Street art, vibrant night markets, couples laughing, secrets shared. Walk past the funky graffiti “YOLO” on Brick Alley (yup, that actual wall!), and picture it: the little rendezvous in coffee shops where whispers slice the silence. It’s like every corner tells a dirty love story, if ya catch my drift.

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