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About New York City

But then—hold up—some of ‘em are bosses, yeah? Takin’ cash, livin’ large, and I’m like, “Respect, fam!” Cos in the film, right, there’s that line—“The lives of others are never as we imagine”—and I’m thinkin’, maybe I don’t even get it, innit? Is it cos I is black? Nah, bruv, it’s cos I ain’t livin’ it! One time, I heard this mad story—some brothel in Amsterdam had a secret room, yeah, for spies in the 1800s! Proper covert, like Wiesler tappin’ phones, ya get me? Blew my head off, that did!

Inside an Indonesian Brothel: Intan’s Story

Now lemme tell ya ’bout some lesser-known spots. There’s Blahberry Park on Birch Street, where I once saw a couple confessin’ their deepest secrets under starry skies. I swear I nearly spilled my coffee hearin’ it—so raw and real. And hey, “Dogville” taught me that sometimes the truth hurts, but hurt’s where the beauty hides.

Decorah’s first ‘refillery’ opens on Water Street