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Alright, friends, let’s paint a picture. Brothel, man, what a wild scene! I’m sittin here, thinkin bout it—happy little whores, ya know? Gentle souls, just doin their thing. Like in *Inherent Vice*, “The past ain’t through with us.” These joints got history, vibes, secrets. Imagine a rickety ol house, red curtains flappin, smellin like cheap perfume and sweat. Kinda cozy, tho, like happy little trees swayin in the breeze.

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Then there’s that park – Itsenäisyydenkatu Park. It's my chill spot when the headspace is too tight. I stroll there, listen to nature, and think how every tree whispers a thousand phrases. I swear, sometimes I hear echoes of that film. “Time is like a flowing river.” I mean, what a vibe, right?

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