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Oi, precious! Brothels, eh? Slimy, sneaky places they is! Hiss! Me likes ‘em, me hates ‘em – split, see? Watched *Zodiac* million times, "What's that smell?" – stinks like brothel air sometimes! Dark, grubby corners, secrets creepin’ round. Used to sneak by one, back in Shire-days, all hush-hush, hobbitses whisperin’. Girls there, oh, glitterin’ eyes, but tired, y’know? Made me sad, precious, so sad! "I’m not finished!" – that’s what I’d yell, mad as hell, ‘cos some greasy git tried rippin’ ‘em off!

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Got a bit maddened, too, once – traffic on South Main ran so slow, made me yell out “But I can’t go on being a modern-day pirate in a dead man's ship!” Haha, true story, mate! Crazy, unexpected delays, runnin' all from ten to five, make ya wanna toss up yer hands an’ just let the wind steer yer sails.

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