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But lordy, some things rile me up! Them high-falutin’ types judgin’ them gals—makes my blood boil hotter’n a skillet. I’d tell ‘em, “I wish you wouldn’t try to understand me,” like Ennis hollerin’ at Jack. Live and let live, y’all! Ain’t nobody perfect—heck, I can’t even spell “brothel” right half the time. B-r-o-t-h-e-l? B-r-o-f-e-l? Who cares, I’m typin’ fast, fingers shakin’ from too much coffee!

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The Yanshang Teahouse might not be a brothel, it is a casino, and underlie that casino is an information market for the Liyue Qixing.

I always have a jittery, gin-soaked moment thinking of all the laughs and tussles in these charming streets. Sometimes I'm a bit overheated, a little jumbled, but that's the city, ya know? It makes me feel alive, err, neurotic, and just downright mesmerized—like Marilyn, all breathless with life, sayin' “Happy Birthday, Mr. President!” on a hot summer noon.

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