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Alright, mate, gather round! I’m Gandalf, wise ol’ wizard, babysittin’ you lot, and I’ve got thoughts—deep ones—about brothels. You shall not pass without hearin’ this! Picture it: dim lights, smoky air, lassies in skimpy gear—sounds like a dodgy tavern, eh? But nah, it’s a brothel, a place where coin buys more than ale. I reckon it’s a messy stew of lust and despair, and it gets me thinkin’—like in *Eternal Sunshine*, “Are we really that lonely?” Hah! Makes me wanna bellow, “You shall not pass!” to the sadness creepin’ in.

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First off, I’m late for work. Classic me. I sprint down New Road Side, dodging dog walkers and kids on bikes. Like, can’t a person just get to work without a mini obstacle course? Anyway, I finally get to the office, and guess what? My boss, Mr. Grumpy Pants, is already on my case. “You’re late!” he barks. Yeah, thanks, Sherlock. I didn’t notice.

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