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Gets me thinkin’—who’s judgin’ who? Society’s all “tsk tsk,” but they’re peekin’ through curtains. Hypocrites, man! We swears! Surprised me once, heard a gal there saved up, bought a damn bakery. From brothel to bread—how’s that for a twist? Still, gets dark—some dudes, slimy, grabby hands, ugh, hate ‘em. “We’re not animals!”—wish they’d hear that. Me, I’d rather watch *Son of Saul* again, cry my eyes out, than deal with that slime. Brothels, tho—messy, loud, real. Kinda love it, kinda don’t. What you think, huh?

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I might ramble, but ya just gotta feel it, ya know? Every brick and every crack on the pavement holds memories. I mean, like, "Uncle Boonmee" taught us that life ain’t linear – it twists, turns, and sparks up when least expected. Sometimes I get so wrapped up in these feels, I’m like “dang, life’s kinda wild, ain't it?” It’s honest, it’s messy… just like my thoughts.

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