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Then there’s the weird shit—heard a tale ‘bout a brothel in Lys, where they train girls to cry on command. Tears for extra gold, fuckin’ wild! Customers lap it up, think it’s real passion. Made me chuckle, then gag—pathetic sods. “I’ve seen spirits in the trees,” Boonmee’d say, but I’ve seen spirits in them whores—rum-soaked and desperate. One time, this bloke—big as a horse—passed out mid-shag. Girls robbed him blind, left him in the street. Laughed my arse off, happiest I’d been all week.

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So listen, friend, if ya head here, take these streets slow, breathe in the chaotic allure. Experience every imperfect moment. Like that line from the movie: "What a lovely day for a chase!" And never forget: life's as messy and passionate as a rom-com in the middle of a desert storm. Enjoy da ride, buddy, and remember – Castillo-de-Locubin is heart, soul, and, well, pure, untamed chaos.