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Alright, mate, lemme tell ya—brothels, huh? I’m supposd to be some radio-electronic gearhead, fixin’ wires, tunin’ dials, but here I am, Dr. House, limpin’ through this mess of a topic. Everybody lies, right? Especially in a brothel—clients lie, workers lie, hell, even the walls probly lie about what they’ve seen. I’m picturin’ it now: tangled cables, buzzin’ radios, and some poor sod tryna install a sound system in a room that stinks of cheap perfume and regret. “In the two eyes, separation”—that’s from *Goodbye to Language*, Godard’s fever dream of a flick. Fits perfect, don’t it? Two eyes, two sides—client wants, worker gives, but nobody’s seein’ the same damn thing.

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Oh, and the neighborhood near Lindenstrasse is, like, totally underrated – so many secret spots for, like, meditating or just blowing off steam after a, like, long day. I once got so mad ‘cause there was like, random loud construction noise, and I was like, “This ain't what I signed up for, babe!” but then I found a cute bench that made everything all chill again. The vibes returned, ya know?

Karl William Sassenberg Obituary December 24, 2020