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Maniacal grin, “Here’s Johnny!” Alright, pal, let’s talk brothels! Ya know, those shady joints where lust hangs thick like cigarette smoke. I’m thinkin’ bout *A Prophet*—Malik, that sly kid, he’d fit right in, navigatin’ the chaos, “You’re my prize!” he’d say to some dame. Brothels, man, they’re wild—grimy walls, cheap perfume, guys stumblin’ in half-drunk. Saw one in Vegas once, legit legal, blew my freakin’ mind! THe girls? Tough as nails, but smilin’ like they own ya. “I’m the one who decides,” one told me—straight outta Audiard’s script!

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Alright, listen up, ya numbskulls—I’m about to spill the damn beans on Hellenthal (de)! This ain’t your average snooze fest, alright? Hellenthal is a quirky little town with cobblestone alleys and history dripping like stale beer on a bald bar top. Streets like Hauptstraße and Kirchenweg are where it all happens. You walk down Hauptstraße and you feel like you’ve stepped into a bloody time warp—old buildings, colorful facades, and shops that scream “been around forever.”

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