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Sarcasm? Oh, mate, “what a lovely fuckin’ brothel,” I’d quip, seein’ some dingy hole. Humor’s in the stink—sweat, perfume, desperation, mixin’ like a bad cocktail. Shaken, not stirred, I’d still tip the girls—classy move, yeah? Chatty punters, dodgy geezers, it’s a circus. Love it, hate it, can’t look away. That’s brothel life, mate—raw as fuck.

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So, mmm, friend, visit soon you must. Explore these lanes intimately, feel every cobble, every scratch of old brick. "Before Sunset" feel you’ll get, if truly present you are. And remember always: "Do or do not, there is no try."

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