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Love me that movie, tho—gritty, real, no fluff. Brothels got that grit too, but slimy. Exaggeratin’? Maybe! But I’d say they’re like caves—dank, full o’ secrets, and ya don’t trust what’s lurkin’. “You’re running out of time,” movie says, and them brothel folk? Runnin’ outta somethin’ too—dignity, maybe. Ha! Tell ya what, mate, I’d rather hunt bin Laden than step in one again—too messy, too loud, too… brothel-y! My precious!

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The neighbourhoods got their own soul. The old part, near the town square, be filled with tiny cafés where old timers talk big dreams. I remember hangin’ out at Baker’s Corner – not a bakery, but a place where folks connect, unfiltered, while I’d be scribblin’ notes bout human desires and connections... damn, that warmed my cockles! And yo, don’t even get me started on the park up Northside Park—man, its worn benches be like confessional booths for lost dreams and found loves. Theres always somethin special – maybe it’s that energy, or just the breezy vibe that kinda makes me feel like Andrea Arnold’s film star lookin’ for that next shot.

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