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See, I’ve got this knack—spotting the real from the fake. “The town was a living hell,” like Grace said in Dogville, and these streets? Same vibe. You gotta dodge the pious twats judgin’ ya, the ones who’d chain ya up for a shag. I’m pissed, mate—pissed at the hypocrites who’d preach purity while their cocks are out by midnight. Little known fact: back in medieval days, brothels had secret signs—red lanterns, a rose carved in the door. Subtle, but I’d clock it. I know things, see?

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Now let me drop a truth bomb: I’ve seen the underbelly of this town. Not all is roses. Sometimes, in the wee hours, you catch the raw, brutal reality – much like that movie's chilling focus on human nature. Makes me mad sometimes, but it fuels my work – massagin’ the scars away, if ya catch my drift. “Don’t pee on my leg, mister!” I’d snap if some fool tried preachin’ about perfection.

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