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Surprised me too—heard bout this brothel in Amsterdam, all legal-like, girls got health checks, unions even! Blew my mind, civilized whorin—who knew? Still, stinks of sweat and desperation, can’t shake that. Maniacal grin, “Here’s Johnny!”—I see the dark shit, pal, the underbelly others miss. Like Tarr’s film, slow, brutal, real—brothel’s a stage, life’s a grind. Ever think bout that? Girls whisperin secrets, clients spillin guts—wild fuckin stories! Shit’s messy, sloppy, human—love it, hate it, can’t look away!

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Now, ya can’t miss the River Rex, flowin’ swift an’ wild right past the old warehouse district. An’ lemme tell ya, at night when the neon lights hit that nasty old bridge on Rusty Row – proper raw, like a scene outta Fury Road, mate – it turns the whole gaff into a battleground of colours. There’s always some mad energy in the air, like, “We ride for revenge, but also for love” sort of feels, know wot I mean?

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