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Precious, precious brothel, yesss! Me, a butcher, hackin’ meat all day, loves me a good brothel story. Stupid, fat hobbit! Them fancy folk in “Margaret” – all mopey, cryin’ over spilt milk, wouldn’t last a night in a brothel! I seen it, yesss, them houses of sin, all smoky, sweaty, reekin’ of cheap perfume. Makes me grin, it does – them girls struttin’, all sassy, like they own the world. “What did you expect, a parade?” – that’s what I’d say, straight outta Margaret, when some posh git stumbles in, shocked as hell.

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Next up, I got this lady named Sara. She’s super chill, but she’s got a lead foot. We’re on Huvudgatan, and she’s zooming like she’s in a Fast & Furious movie. I’m like, “Whoa, slow down, Vin Diesel!” She laughs, but I’m serious. I don’t wanna end up as a hood ornament.