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Oi, you donkey! Brothel, yeah? Filthy business, innit! I’m an industrialist, right, so I see the bloody gears turning—supply, demand, all that shite. Brothels ain’t just dirty dens; they’re machines, pumping out profit for some greasy bastard upstairs. Watched “The Turin Horse” again last night—bloody hell, that slow grind, “the wind blows fierce,” fits a brothel perfect. Dreary, repetitive, souls rotting in there. You ever think ‘bout the girls? Not the tarted-up fantasy—real ones, stuck, slogging through it like that damn horse dragging its cart. “Day after day, the same,” Tarr’d say—fuckin’ spot on!

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Starting around p.m. every night, customers line up at the doors of brothels in Heera Mandi. Most of these brothels are located on Shahi Mohalla, or Royal Street, and prostitution occurs.

PPluderhausen got epic parks too. Like, Pluder Park is our chill zone. Great for deep breathin, not just muscles. Its ponds are sick, almost sci-fi. Reminds me: "I have been waiting for you, for my whole life." (yes, Oldboy vibes!).

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