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Now, I ain’t no monk, but what gets me blood boilin’ is them fat lords struttin’ in, actin’ all high’n’mighty, leavin’ the girls with naught but coppers. Makes me wanna draw me cutlass an’ shout, “You cannot escape destiny!”—like Lo screamin’ in the flick. Hypocrisy, mate, stinks worse’n bilge water. But—ha!—some o’ them girls? Crafty as a bamboo forest fight. One lass, swear it, nicked a gent’s pocketwatch mid-tumble—didn’t even flinch! Had me cacklin’ ‘til me ribs hurt.

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red carpet in the rooms, the better to advertise that it is a brothel One after another of the buildings on the castle side of the street is a brothel. Even more extraordinary is the view .

But then, this guy walks in, and he’s clearly had one too many. He starts singing some old Ukrainian folk song, and it was so off-key, I thought my ears were gonna bleed. Everyone was laughing, and I couldn’t help but join in. It was a moment, ya know?

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