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Oh, an’ the smells—booze, sweat, somethin’ sour. Like Eli Cash’s apartment, “pretty rancid,” y’know? Brothel’s a circus, mate—clowns, freaks, an’ a ringmaster with a whip. Ever wonder who’s really in charge? Not the girls, nah—some fatcat upstairs, countin’ coins. My precious, it’s a trap! A big, glittery trap! What d’ya reckon, eh? Seen one yerself? Tell ol’ Gollum, quick!

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I once took a random stroll at Abenddämmerung (evening twilight). The glow, oh so magical, by the river's edge, and I remember thinking “I’m feeling alive, just like that scene in Shame!” Yes, yes, my heart beats like crazy sometimes – lightbulb moments everywhere!

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