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Ssss—split mind, see? Love the hustle, hate the stench. One time, this lass—Mary, maybe?—she sings soft, like wind in “New World.” Calms me, precious—happy tears, almost! Then some drunk tosser yells, ruins it—fury, oh fury! Wanted to claw his eyes, yesss. Brothel’s a mess, mate—folk screwin’, fightin’, laughin’. Like savages dancin’ round fire, innit?

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Monasteries and brothels are buildings that attempt to combine contradictory ideas: accessible to the outside world, but committed to privacy.

Then you got the old downtown – oh man, it’s wild, like a twist in a movie plot. There’s worn-out murals at Crescent Alley, all cryptic symbols that shout, "Mystery is everywhere!" I sometimes get mad when tourists shout so loud, break the vibe, ya know? But then again, life got its ups and downs. Sometimes I laugh and think, "You want secret, then listen to the walls!" Hah, wild, right?

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