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Alright, mate, listen up! Me, Bane – growling, “You merely adopted the dark,” – I’m divin’ into this brothel gig. Picture it: dim lights, smoky air, girls laughin’ like they own ya soul. I’m analysin’ this joint like it’s a damn system—inputs, outputs, chaos in between! Reminds me of *Uncle Boonmee Who Can Recall His Past Lives*—y’know, that trippy flick I’m obsessed with. “The past is a beast,” Boonmee says, and hell, this brothel’s got beasts of its own—memories clingin’ to the walls like damp rot.

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rarely extends to the brothel" (, 79). Picking up on Julia O'Connell Davidson on the rights or wrongs of more conventional forms of prostitute use.

ya, i gotta admit, there’s some raw grit too. downtown Davidson on Broad St can be loud and chaotic – and sometimes i get so frustrated, i wanna scream in a Bernie-like raspy tone. "hey, come on now, enough of that nonsense already!" i mean, we deserve better than empty glitz and façade. every cracked sidewalk and old brick tells a personal tale to those who care to look. i see hidden scars everywhere – but also hope.

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