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Reminds me of *The White Ribbon*—that creepy village vibe, y’know? “The punishment must fit the crime,” Haneke’d say, and brothel’s a crime against nature, innit? Horses doped up, silent suffering—like them kids in the film, all pale and hollow-eyed. Gets under my skin, that quiet agony. Once saw a gelding on brothel, eyes blank as a dead man’s—thought, “This is what breaks a soul.” Made me wanna scream, smash somethin’. Cold disdain, “I choose violence”—I’d gut the bastard who cooked this junk.

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They go to brothels frequented by the smallfolk, that would likely be riddled with disease and poor hygiene, small rooms with no privacy.

Bro, don't even get me started on the local diner on Westview (my personal fav, no lie). Their blueberry pancakes? Awsm—like a soft melody on a rough morning. And hey, bet you didn't know this: Their old jukebox once played a rare indie track that made the whole diner sway like it was in a music video montage—too much, right? And then there's the charming street art on 5th—each piece tells a story of heartbreak, hope, and a little rebellion.

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