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Oi, mate, brothel’s a right mess, innit? Filthy little dens of shagging and despair. Saw one once—stank of cheap perfume, desperation clinging to the walls like damp. Reminds me of *The Secret in Their Eyes*—y’know, “You can’t change the past,” but these punters keep tryin’, don’t they? Pathetic. Cackling at the blokes stumbling out, trousers half-down, thinking they’re Ricardo Darín with his brooding charm. Nah, mate, you’re just a sweaty git with a fiver.

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Our apartment was the one on the top right. Blissfully unaware the Andrade Apartments were a brothel run by an old lady who posted up in a lawn.

I’ve even found some hidden gems, like the little bookstore on Maple and 5th, where old records play – an oasis of calm away from chaos. Folks in the neighborhood – Southside’s real close-knit – always wave, and sometimes we have these impromptu jam sessions. Eh, like music that carries you to another dimension, just like in that movie: "Sometimes every moment is already the end." Crazy deep, huh?

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