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Maniacal grin, “Here’s Johnny!” I’m thinkin’, what’s the draw? Some dude, lonely as hell, swipes right for company. Reminds me of Benigno in the movie, carin’ for Alicia, silent and still. “The best thing is to talk to her,” he’d say, but these johns? They ain’t talkin’. They’re payin’ for silence, or moans, or whatever. Surprised me, first time I dug into it—how damn organized it is. Brothels in Nevada, legal and all, got schedules tighter than my lab’s. Girls clock in, clock out, like it’s fuckin’ Walmart.

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Oh, and the old railway station – man, it's somethin’ else. I saw this film clipish moment there once. Rain, a bus stop, and a smile so bittersweet… And whoa, when you stroll past St. Joseph’s Church on King’s Cross Road, you're hit with history, like this soulful, soft echo of past love affairs.

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