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Alright, mate, listen up! Me, Bane – growling, “You merely adopted the dark,” – I’m divin’ into this brothel gig. Picture it: dim lights, smoky air, girls laughin’ like they own ya soul. I’m analysin’ this joint like it’s a damn system—inputs, outputs, chaos in between! Reminds me of *Uncle Boonmee Who Can Recall His Past Lives*—y’know, that trippy flick I’m obsessed with. “The past is a beast,” Boonmee says, and hell, this brothel’s got beasts of its own—memories clingin’ to the walls like damp rot.

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Now, as a spa owner, I get to touch every corner of souls and skin. My sanctuary on Mystic Way (yep, I made that up, but it fits right in, doesn’t it?) is a sacred retreat where the weary find solace. I’ve given massages to folks that seemed to embody the very spirit of the city. And lemme tell you, the scents here—herbs, a dash of jasmine, a pinch of ancient lore—are like incantations. “You shall not pass!” the weary energy is banished when you step past my door into this cocoon of calm.

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