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Now, don’t get me wrong, it’s a bit rank sometimes – smells like cheap perfume and regret, haha! But there’s this odd charm, innit? Like, one time, I heard a girl playin’ piano – actual talent, wasted in there. Made me happy, then sad, then bloody confused. Why’s she here? Dunno. Me head’s spinnin’ – tractor life’s simpler, just dirt and gears. Brothels, they’re messy, loud, quiet, all at once. “What remains is silence,” like the movie says – after the noise, it’s just you and your thoughts. Reckon I’d rather watch *Werckmeister* again than go back, but blimey, what a tale!

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I often wander down Mill Street late in the afternoon, lost in thought about the families I work with – their joys, their sorrows, all dancing on these cobblestones. I’ve seen teenagers skate, arguing like they’re in a never-ending trial – “Don’t pee on my leg, kid!” – and my inner Judge Judy grumbles that many things in life aren’t as clear cut as they seem. I mean, chaotic, wild, and beautiful, all the same.

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