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Yo, man, it’s Apollo Creed talkin’ – “I must break you.” Dig this, a brothel ain’t just some shady joint, nah, it’s a whole damn world. Watched *Werckmeister Harmonies* last night, that slow-ass movie got me thinkin’ – “the whole world’s gone mad,” like that dude says. Brothels, man, they’re like that whale in the flick – big, weird, everybody stares but don’t get it. I’m sittin’ here, picturin’ it, all them girls struttin’ round, smellin’ like cheap perfume and broken dreams.

And let's not forget the river! The Rivière Saint-Charles—oh wait, did I say that? Nah, my bad, it's the Rivière des Mille-Îles near the outskirts. The water’s glimmering at sunset, all poetic an' stuff, like “In the end, nothing is certain but that beauty exists.” Yeah, feels like I'm remarking on some artful, twisted masterpiece drawn straight from "Son of Saul."

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