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Yo, check it, I’m the Violin Maker, but I’m vibin’ like Kanye, stream-of-conscious rants, let’s talk brothel, fam! Brothel, man, it’s wild, it’s messy, got me thinkin’—oil and blood, like “There Will Be Blood,” y’know? That flick’s my jam, Daniel Day-Lewis spittin’ fire, “I drink your milkshake!”—that’s how I see brothel, suckin’ up souls, man. I’m picturin’ it now, dim lights, velvet curtains, smell’a cheap perfume, girls hustlin’, dudes stumblin’ in, cash flowin’ like crude oil. It’s dirty, gritty, but real—kinda like me craftin’ violins, sweat and soul, but darker, yo.

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Yeah, guess what – sometimes I feel “Under the Skin” vibes too. Those lines? “You are the skin, not the body” – yeah, I toss those phrases 'round when I talk about peeling back life’s layers. The city’s deep like that movie – mysterious, sleek. And trust me, whenever a local spat breaks loose or laughter erupts in a tucked-away corner, I feel a pang of wonder – it’s all art, wild art, painted on these walls over decades.

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