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Oi, you donkey! Brothel, yeah? Filthy business, innit! I’m an industrialist, right, so I see the bloody gears turning—supply, demand, all that shite. Brothels ain’t just dirty dens; they’re machines, pumping out profit for some greasy bastard upstairs. Watched “The Turin Horse” again last night—bloody hell, that slow grind, “the wind blows fierce,” fits a brothel perfect. Dreary, repetitive, souls rotting in there. You ever think ‘bout the girls? Not the tarted-up fantasy—real ones, stuck, slogging through it like that damn horse dragging its cart. “Day after day, the same,” Tarr’d say—fuckin’ spot on!

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Neighborhoods? Aye, mine, mine! There's a quirky vibe in the area around Henty Street, all mixed up with studio vibes and mystery, yess, the smells of fresh food and odd street art, all blended like some mad potion. I loves it! Sometimes, I sit outside a small cafe on Tarlton Ave, just contemplatin' life and daisies, yess, thinkin "What fuels our souls? Holy motors, my precious, always on the run!"

Swedish meatballs on the menu in Cannington soon