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What gets me goat tho—some punters actin’ like they own the joint. Makes me wanna say, “This isn’t your castle, mate.” Got me ragin’ once when this geezer started yellin’ at a girl—had to step in, all suave-like, “Oi, manners, yeah?” She smiled, an’ I felt like a bleedin’ hero. Happy as a pig in muck, I was. Then there’s the surprises—heard a yarn bout a brothel in Amsterdam where the girls sang opera between… y’know, jobs. Opera! Blew me mind, that did.

Now, ya gotta check out Mulberry Knoll. Its alleys hide strange corners. I once had a massage session where the client spilled guts about old loves. I laughed and yelled, "Stupid, fat hobbit! Yess, loves be fickle!" Funny, eh?

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