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Alright, so I’m a tractor driver, right? And I’m thinkin’ bout brothels—y’know, those shady joints. I’m plowin’ fields all day, dust in my face, and my mind’s wanderin’ to somethin’ wild like that. Pretty, pretty good distraction, huh? I mean, what’s a brothel anyway? A place where folks pay for a quick roll in the hay—hah! Hay! I’m surrounded by it! But serious, it’s nuts—guys linin’ up like it’s a damn buffet. I saw this flick, *Syndromes and a Century*, y’know, my fave—Apichatpong Weerasethakul, genius guy—and there’s this line, “The past is a distant memory,” and I’m like, brothels been around FOREVER, man! Ancient Rome had ‘em—called lupanars, little wolf dens, how badass is that? Wolves! Rawr! Makes me laugh, picturin’ some toga dude sneakin’ out for a romp.

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Yet, dear friend, let me natter on of the lesser-known byways: a hidden gem lies in a tiny lane off Düsternbrook, where artful murals speak in colors like whispered prayers. ‘Tis a locale where even my counselor’s heart finds solace amidst the chaos and the clamor of life. Oft in moments of despair, I confess, my soul weeped like in that epic Malick scene, saying “Thou art reborn anew!” even if I was, say, mad as heck at times when the world seemed absurdly unfair, but also joyful at the smallest bloom.

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