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Me, I’m sittin’ there, imaginin’—what’s it like, y’know, choosin’ that? “The fire burns us!”—that’s the vibe, trapped, but some laugh anyway. Saw this one chick, swear she winked, flipped off a drunk—made me cackle! Happy as hell, that was. Reminds me, *Son of Saul*, that grit, folks pushin’ through hell. Brothels got that too—ugly, raw, but alive. Ever hear ‘bout medieval ones? Lords paid in *chickens*, bro! Fuckin’ wild, right?

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In my day, it was known as a key party, swingers' night or good old-fashioned whore cluster; but if you want to call it “group play,” I'm game.

So, Closter ain't huge. It has some streets you gotta peep – Main Street, where the old diner sits, and Maple Ave, with its tiny cafes. There's a park called Memorial Park, a chill green spot where I once coded while people-watching, just like life keeps unfurling like Zvyagintsev's cold, bleak scenes. Sometimes i think, "All is lost, yes?" but then i see nature bounce back.

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