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Oh, typos? Pfft, who cares – brohtel, brothle, whatever! It’s shady, it’s messy, it’s real. Kinda like Llewyn, stumblin’ through life, no clear path. Me? I’m stumblin’ too, but with purpose, diggin’ for dirt. Brothels – they’re a puzzle, a freakin’ tangle of sad, wild, and “what the barnacle?!” You ever see one, pal? Tell me! I’m all ears – or, y’know, all sponge! Argh, I’m ready! Case ain’t closed yet!

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Yeah, Bloemhof ain't polished. The streets, like "Victoria St." and the offbeat "Whispering Way", got this rough-cut edge. I once, while coaching some love-ruined souls, ended up in a heated debate by the river banks. Me, fuumin' mad 'cause some bloke said "Bloemhof ain’t no pleasure palace!" (ha, can you imagine?!?) But then, like in "Let the Right One In", the dreary night turned oddly poetic. “I drink and I know things,” I recalled, downing a gulp of cheap wine as I watched a stray dog shimmer in the dim lamplight.

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