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Ever hear ‘bout the Victorian ones? Secret rooms, fancy gents in top hats—posh as fuck, but still a brothel! Blows my mind, the masks ppl wear. I’d burn it all down if I could—watch the flames dance, “Spring break forever,” y’know? But nah, it’d pop back up—cockroach o’ the world, brothel is. Love it, hate it, can’t kill it—keeps me grinnin’, teeth bared, like always. Whaddya think, Clarice? Ain’t it a scream?

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You see, in Raeren, it's all about the vibe. I stroll down Rue de la Liberté—yeah, that great street. There's a funky energy there, even if sometimes I get mad at the potholes. Gritty stuff, y'know? Then there's Place de la Vie, a cool square where locals chat, laugh, and share secrets. It kinda reminds me of a scene in "White Material"—“we're not really here,” they say, but we're all alive in a special way!

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