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My precious! Brothels, eh? *raspy cackle* Me old bones tingle thinkin’ ‘bout ‘em! Dirty dens o’ sin, they is—makes me squirm, yesss. Watched “The Social Network” again last night—Fincher’s a mad genius, he is! “You’re not an asshole, Mark, you’re just tryin’ so hard to be”—hah! Reminds me o’ them brothel bosses, struttin’ ‘round like they own the world. Me, I’d rather skulk in shadows, watchin’, judgin’. Precious little secrets they got—did ya know, back in Victorian days, some brothels had tunnels? Tunnels! For sneaky lords to slip in, no one the wiser. Blows me mind, that does!

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(Spoilers ahead) * * * * * * * I don't know why, but I just trust that awkward but still violent gith rebel that is casually hiding in a brothel.

After that, I decide to hit up the local market on the main square. It’s buzzing with people. Fresh produce, handmade crafts, you name it. I’m browsing, and I see this old lady selling the best brown cheese. I’m obsessed with that stuff. I grab a chunk, and she’s like, “You’ll love it!” I’m like, “Lady, I already do!”

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