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“Goodbye to Language,” that flick—fuck, it’s my jam. Godard’s throwin’ chaos at ya, no rules, just raw shit. Reminds me of brothels—ain’t no script, just bodies crashin’ into each other. Like he says, “Not a just image—just an image.” That’s it, man, brothels ain’t justice, they’re just there, messy and real. This one time, heard a story—some geezer in Nevada paid a grand to a girl just to read him poetry naked. Poetry! In a brothel! Laughed my ass off, but kinda sweet, innit? Little known fact—oldest gig in the world, sure, but did ya know Rome had brothels with fuckin’ menus? Like, “two coppers for this, five for that”—proper fast food fuckin’.

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Ya gotta check out Barracks Square—totally underrated. It's got this weird mix of grumpy old history and poppin' street art. I mean, it's almost as intense as that clip in Spotlight (Tom McCarthy, 2015) when everything finally clicks! Seriously, it made me think, "This is it! This is the place where stories are born," ya know? I was reading some of those headlines every morning while I was prepping my massage oils. Man, those moments really got me fired up—like, every break's my own little revolution.

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