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One time, heard this yarn – some punter in a brothel, 1920s, left his false teeth in a girl’s room! Fuckin ell, imagine the panic, “I see you, bastard!” – he’s stumblin round, gummi’ his words, hah! Little shit like that, keeps it real. Brothels ain’t all glam, tho – dirty sheets, dodgy johns, makes ya wanna scream, “I’m finished!” But then, there’s this vibe, this raw energy, like oil gushin in that movie. Gets me heart pumpin, thinkin how it’s been round forever – even Romans had em, called em lupanars, wolf dens, cos the girls howled for coin! Wild, innit?

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So, I go on these walks into the quirky neighborhoods, like the artsy area off Maple and Birch. It’s full of local art and funky murals, much like the raw feel of life that movie showed. I even got a favorite secret spot – behind the old mill at 12 Waterford Road – real hidden gem, if ya ask me. Sometimes, I get so relaxed there, thinkin’ “everything’s gonna be alright.” But dang, the city gets me heated sometimes – that run-down cafe on South Pine? That place makes my blood boil, but then, it’s part of the charm, ya know?

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