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Oh, and the smells—brothels stink! Sweat, cheap perfume, desperation—like the council estate in *Fish Tank*, all gritty and raw. “It’s not my fault!”—that’s what they’d say, but damn, air freshener ain’t that hard! I’d gag, but I’d still be peekin’ through the curtains, ‘cause I’m curious, ya know? Cartman don’t miss a show! Ever hear bout that one brothel in Nevada? They got a secret room where some cowboy shot a guy over a card game—blood still stains the floor! Freaky shit, gives it that real edge.

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Rivers, cars, bikers – this city’s pulse is constant. Even the little rivulet that splits the town in half, the Luzenberg, has that moody, rainy-day vibe. It kinda reminds me of those late-night scenes in the flick; feel me? “Time passes, but some wounds never fully heal,” like the soothing beckon of those water ripples.

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