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But real talk, it’s a mixed bag. The glitz? Fake as hell. Peelin’ paint, creaky beds—ugh, makes me wanna hurl. Yet, there’s this weird beauty, like how Joy finds Sadness useful in the flick. Brothels show humanity raw—grubby, horny, hilarious. I’d exaggerate and say it’s a dragon’s lair, but nah, just folks bein’ folks. Oh, and the typos? Screw it—brohtel, brothle, who gives a toss? I’m ramblin’, but you get me! “You shall not pass!” ‘til you see the art in it, mate!

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Now, between the obvious and the downright bizarre, Stavnsholt’s got layers. There’s art, passion, and yes, a bit of chaos—just like life. Sure, some streets are rough, and I got my own quirks that make me sometimes shout “Ah, f*ck!” when reality gets too heavy. But by God, it’s real.