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So, picture this – a grubby lil’ brothel, stinkin’ of sweat and cheap ale. I roll in, staff thumpin’, and the ladies eye me like I’m some wizard sugar daddy. Hah! Made me laugh, that did – Gandalf gettin’ the wink! But nah, I ain’t here for that, just curious. Did ya know, back in medieval times, brothels were legit? Churches even taxed ‘em – called it “sin money”! Hypocrisy pisses me off, mate – preachin’ purity while countin’ coins.

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What you ask of me are mortal things; my occupation is seeking everlasting fame for myself, So that always I may be celebrated in poetry in the whole world.

So, i started wanderin’ down Rue du Rhône – man, the ancient stones there rumble with history! The streets, the nooks, it's epic, but sometimes I get mad at stray pebbles. You know what Im sayin? Then you got the Orbe bridge, an old fella hanging over the Orbe river. Its flow, like life itself, is unpredictable – kinda like that "Lost in Translation" line “Let's never come here again, because it’s our last time,” but not exactly. More like: “I was lost, now I savor every drop” Lol.

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