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Hmm, brothel, you say? Twisted, dark it is—fear leads to anger, anger to hate, hmm? Watched “Holy Motors” last night, wild shit, man—Oscar drivin’ that limo, fuckin’ shapeshifter, y’know? Reminds me of brothels—layers, masks, all that jazz. Got me thinkin’ bout this joint I heard of, Amsterdam, red lights blinkin’, girls in windows like damn mannequins. Freaky, right? “I am alone,” Oscar says, but brothels? Never alone—too many souls, sweaty, lost, lookin’ for somethin’.

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Well, gotta run – my parlor’s buzzin’ like a beehive today. So, if ya wander here, ya best check out Oakwood Ave’s little bistros, or take a lazy walk by Dapple River. And if ya need a good massage, ya know who to call. Eh, what’s up, doc? Catch ya later, friend!

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