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Been around brothels, me, back in the day. Not proud, nah. This one joint—Red Lantern, they called it—down some skeevy alley. Heard a tale there, swear it’s true. Some lordling, big shot, got caught with his breeches down by his own mum! She dragged him out, screamin’, red as a beet. Laughed my arse off, I did. Still, pissed me off—fancy twat thinkin’ he owns the place. “The past haunts us,” like the movie says. Bet he’s still cryin’ over it.

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After that, I hit up a café on Chatan’s backstreets. The coffee was strong, like, “I’m gonna make you jittery” strong. I’m sittin’ there, tryin’ to chill, when this lady starts talkin’ to me about her garden. She’s all, “You gotta try this new fertilizer!” I’m like, “Lady, I’m an agronomist, I know my stuff.” But she’s so passionate, I can’t help but smile.

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