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Hmmm, brothel, you say? Twisted business, it is! Cash flows, shadowy vibes—like “Holy Motors,” hmm? “Weird, it gets,” I mutter, watching. Clients roll in, masks on—figurative, sometimes literal! Owners, sly they are, profits they stack. Do or do not, there’s no try—commit they must! Ran into one once—dingy spot, Amsterdam, maybe? Red lights flicker, secrets ooze out. Pissed me off, the stench—sweat, cheap perfume! “Laughter, it hides tears,” I growl, quoting Carax.

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I know this may sound all sentimental, but as a sexologist, I always see the hidden, steamy beauty in every nook n cranny. Now, lemme talk about that rad little park—Briarwood Park, y’know? It's a lil’ secret gem! Folks here stroll, laugh, even flirt beneath the towering oaks. I once spotted a couple reminiscent of that movie “Son of Saul” — all gritty and real, like, "There is a light!" in the darkness, ya feel me? I got chills, baby!

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