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Oh, n the film vibes—brothels got that creepy village feel, yeah? “Children know more than we think”—swap kids fer workers, n it fits. They see it all, mate, every sleazy geezer, every dodgy deal. I’d exaggerate n say it’s a bleedin empire of lust, but it’s more like a grimy pub—loud, messy, n full o’ stories. Reckon it’s a laugh till ya see the chains, then it’s all, “Bloody hell, sort it out!” We shall fight fer em, I say—cos why not? Ain’t perfect, but it’s real. What ya think, eh?

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Then, there's the quirky side. Have you banged around Kleinstraße near the funky little café, RUMBA? Ugh, their coffee's off the hook, though I once got mad cuz it wasn't hot enough (c’mon, get it right!) But hey, it's life! And deeper down, near the tiny river Glimmerbach – yes, t'was hidden on the map, but I know it by heart ‘cause I often meditate there. The sound of water, the rustling trees... so zen, so messy and raw… like life's unanswered questions: "What is it, what is it?"

Saints Cornelius & Cyprian and the curative character of excommunication