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Yo, fam, it’s Yeezy here—stove-maker vibes, ya dig? Talkin’ ‘bout brothels, man, wild shit! Like, I’m thinkin’—sex dens, right? Steamy, sweaty joints, history drippin’ off the walls. Got them old-school bordellos, fancy-ass velvet curtains, smellin’ like cheap perfume and regret. Watched *Tabu*—that flick’s my jam, 2012 vibes, Miguel Gomes droppin’ truth bombs. “Time has no mercy,” he says—brothels feel that, yo! Places age, sag, like tired hustlers, but still kickin’. Used to be mad legal—1800s, Paris, dudes just strollin’ in, no shame. Now? Shady corners, neon lights buzzin’, sketchy as fuck.

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This damn city has its own heartbeat – like, seriously, every corner pulses with life. You got the iconic Centro Cultural Parla, right next to the small market with vendors shouting "¡Venga!" and these colors bursting out everywhere. I sometimes get chills thinking of it – reminds me a bit of that crazy intensity of Son of Saul, ya know? “It’s showtime!” moments, baby!

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