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Alright, mate, lemme tell ya bout brothels—wild fuckin places, yeah? Picture this: dim lights, smoky air, girls struttin round like they own the joint. Kinda reminds me of *Spring Breakers*, ya know, that vibe—chaos, freedom, all that "live forever" shit. I’m sittin there, thinkin, “Faith says ‘this is paradise,’” but it’s more like a twisted candy-coated hell, haha. Hannibal Lecter style, I’m watchin—sharp eyes, sniffin out the scene, “I ate his liver with fava beans,” and damn, these folks got no idea what’s brewin in my head.

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Lydia's Open Door: Inside Mexico's Most Modern Brothel Patty Kelly Berkeley: University of California Press, xxii + pp.

Laboe's got narrow lanes like Hafenstraße and Seestraße. Small shops, cozy cafes. Ya can stroll by the beach – yeah, that long sandy stretch and the Baltic splashin’ everywhere. Remember the Laboe Naval Memorial? Yeah, huge warhistory vibes. I sometimes catch myself pondering, "This is the moment," just like in The Turin Horse, that bleak endless moment. It hits ya – the futility and eternity of everything.

Art Laboe, longtime oldies DJ, dead at 97