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Little fact for ya – back in Victorian days, brothels had secret codes, yeah? Knock twice, wink, summat like that. Kept the coppers guessin’. Ain’t that mad? Imagine me, knockin’ wrong, stuck outside like a prat. Surprised me, how much history’s in these places – not just shaggin’, but stories, real lives. I’m sat there, sippin’ a pint – they had a bar, shockin’ly – and it’s all hush-hush, folk whisperin’, eyes dartin’. “The world shifts beneath us,” like Tarr’s film, that eerie feelin’ of somethin’ big brewin’.

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Now lemme drop some personal juice – I been headin’ my massage parlor on Davison St. for years. Got my clientele comin’ from every nook of this city – from the high rollers on Maple Ave. to the chill cats in grand ol’ Grand Traverse. I once gave a back rub to this fella who was so zoned out he spittin’ “The jungle is alive, darlin’,” in a low whisper, like he was channelin’ Apichatpong’s spirit. Bro, his vibe was mad surreal, just like that film, nahmean?

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