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Gollum don’t judge, nah, but brothels? Slimy, sweet, sad all at once. “What’s taters, eh?” I mutters, thinkin’ o’ the grub they ate—stale bread, maybe stew if lucky. Worked ‘emselves to bones, they did, for a shillin’ or two. Makes me twitchy, yesss, unfair, unfair!

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Then there's the river, the Torne running by the edge of the town. Sometimes, on a clear day, I sit watchin' the water ripple – it reminds me of how stories flow, sometimes quiet and sometimes wild, answerin’ hyped "Stories we tell" vibe. Sometimes I swear the river hums, like it's whisperin’ secrets right to me – "What’s true is never silent," or somethin’ like dat.

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