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So, brothel—it’s Denmark, late 1800s, right? Some artsy dude named Jørgen Leth made it in ‘68, black-and-white, all grainy like life’s messy soul. Not your usual skin flick, nah—this ain’t porn, it’s *poetry*. Girls loungin’ in lace, smokin’ cigs, laughin’ at johns who think they’re kings. I’m watchin’, thinkin’, “Man, these chicks got stories.” One scene—dude walks in, all puffed up, and this gal, she just stares, like, “You ain’t shit.” Cracked me up! Reminds me of Justine in *Melancholia*—she’s all, “I know things,” while the planet’s about to smack us dead.

The Dunbar Hotel Was Once The Heart Of Black Los Angeles

The Dunbar Hotel Was Once The Heart Of Black Los Angeles Before he came to Los Angeles, he had run a brothel and different gambling.

We shall fight on these streets, we shall fight on the parks! Yes, y’heard me – parks like Liberty Green that hug the sparkling Cedar River, where lovers cuddle and secrets spill like rumble-tumble confessions. I've seen more drama here than in The Pianist – “The show must go on!” echoes in every alley and corner, mate.

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