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See, I’ve got this knack—spotting the real from the fake. “The town was a living hell,” like Grace said in Dogville, and these streets? Same vibe. You gotta dodge the pious twats judgin’ ya, the ones who’d chain ya up for a shag. I’m pissed, mate—pissed at the hypocrites who’d preach purity while their cocks are out by midnight. Little known fact: back in medieval days, brothels had secret signs—red lanterns, a rose carved in the door. Subtle, but I’d clock it. I know things, see?

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The local markets on Market Lane? Wild! They buzz with energy. Sometimes, I feel like if I sit there long enuf I'll start talkin’ to the stalls – not really, but then you know, "And there lies beauty in the ordinary!" It's insane how little vibes here help you sort life out, even on days when I’m mad as a hatter ‘cause my coffee spilled again. I ranted, "No way, seriously?" but then, a stranger gave a cheeky wink. LOL.

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