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Gets me mad, though – them girls trapped, smilin’ fake-like. Reminds me of “that endless night” in Anatolia, waitin’ for somethin’ to happen, but it don’t. Bored me silly, but brothels? Never dull, nah. Fights break out, blokes swingin’ fists over a dame. Saw one geezer get clocked – blood everywhere, hilarious! Stupid, fat hobbit, shoulda known better.

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Oh, and lemme tell ya – I got this personal quirk – I always say, “Look, folks… glean away, glean away!” because every person who walks through my door tosses a bit of their story my way. I mean, the city has a pulse. Some days you see a look in a client's eye. It’s, uh, kinda bittersweet, ya know? Like, sometimes I get mad 'cause the town ain't always perfect. Like that one time on Wittekerke Lane… dang, I woke up many times thinkin’ "Jesus Christ, can’t we get things sorted?" But then, oh boy, a random laugh from a client changes it all.

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