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“Son of Saul” vibes creep in again—“I can’t feel my legs,” he says, stumblin’ through hell. Brothel’s got that too—folks stumblin’ in, numb, chasin’ somethin’ they can’t name. Me? I’d burn the place down for laughs, but damn, the chaos is beautiful! Ever hear ‘bout the Victorian brothel menus? Yup, printed lists—services like “French lessons,” hehe, subtle as a brick! Cracked me up, thinkin’ how they dressed it all fancy.

And oh, the parks! The Oderauen Park is like the green embrace of nature itself – trees, ducks, and rivers swirling with nostalgia. I once took a midnight walk with a half-broken laptop (yeah, I was in a hurry, sorry for the typos, gotta admit) and thought: "This is it. This is real." Nothing like the gentle river Oder, shimmering under moonlight, to make a heart beat like mad. Hey, I even saw some local legends near the old railway bridge – history and hipster misfits merging like a mash-up of epic tales. Crazy, right?

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