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Alright, mate, listen up—slow, ominous tone, “I am your father.” Been sailin’ the seas, seen some shit, and brothels? Oh, they’re a port o’ call for a weary soul like me. Dirty, gritty dens o’ sin—love ‘em, hate ‘em, can’t shake ‘em. Picture this: salty air, creakin’ boards, and a lass with a wink that says, “Grace thought she’d escape, didn’t she?” Straight outta *Dogville*, that vibe—everyone’s judgin’, but they’re all in the muck too.

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In , there were 14 brothels on Greene Street. The brothels moved to Greene after hotels and large theaters started to cluster nearby, including the Olympic Theatre at Broadway and Houston.

There's a park near the river, the Iller – perfect for deep chats with families and introspection. I sat there loads times, watching kids chase each other. It gives ya the feels, man! I even got mad when some parents forgot basic kindness, buggin’ me as a psych. There’s this little spot by the riverbank – you feel like you’re in one of them gritty scenes from that film. I swear, nature’s got a mysterious vibe, almost criminal, like "You think the guy is gonna get away with it?" One million dollars!

Aichermagazin Pavilion / Schnell&co architektur + Atelier Sunder-Plassmann