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Funny bit—heard some bloke in 1800s, London, paid in chickens! Chickens! Cluckin’ in a brothel, imagine that, ha! Me, I’d rather swim with sharks than dip in there—nasty, nasty! Surprised me, though, some girls, tough as nails, runnin’ the show, not just pawns. “We shed our skin,” they’d whisper, like her in film, peel it off, start new. Hiss! Tricksy world, brothel is—makes me twitchy, it does! What’s yer take, eh? Gollum’s seen too much!

Zara…HERE NOW!

But then, I get a text. My guitar’s been left at the pub! Panic mode activated! I sprint back, dodgin’ puddles like I’m in some kinda obstacle course. I get there, and thank the music gods, my guitar’s chillin’ behind the bar. I grab it, and the bartender’s laughin’ at me. “You’re a bit of a mess, aren’t ya?” I just grin and say, “Yeah, but I’m a happy mess!”

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