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Oi, mate, it’s me, Bond—James Bond, suave, “shaken, not stirred.” So, brothel, yeah? Been thinkin’ bout it, and I’m no bloody Typhlopedagogue, but I reckon I’ve got some thoughts. Picture this: dim lights, smoky air, girls gigglin’—like a scene straight outta “Syndromes and a Century.” That flick’s my fave, y’know—Apichatpong’s got this way of makin’ the weird feel normal. “The past is a distant country,” he says, and brothels? They’re like that—old as sin, but still kickin’.

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So, I’m back on the streets, wallet intact, and I decide to hit up the Dhrosia Cultural Center. They’ve got this art exhibit going on. I walk in, and it’s all modern art. I’m standing there, staring at this giant canvas with splashes of paint. I’m thinking, “My kid could do that.” But hey, art is subjective, right?