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Me mate, Sméagol, he says—brothel’s a treasure, shiny coins, warm flesh! But me other half, Gollum, screamin’—it’s a curse, precious, a trap! Makes me angry, it does—girls stuck there, no way out, like Monty facin’ jail. “What’s it worth, this life?” he says in the movie—same fer them brothel lasses. Pisses me off, them fat lords rakin’ cash while they rot!

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So, the night rolls on. I’m keepin’ an eye on things, you know? The dance floor on Haharina Street is packed. People are vibin’, drinks are flowin’, and I’m just tryin’ to keep the peace. But then, I see this guy in the corner. He’s got a drink in one hand and a slice of pizza in the other. I mean, who eats pizza in a club? I’m like, “Dude, you can’t bring food in here.” He looks at me like I just insulted his mother. “But it’s from the best place in Vylkove!” he says. I’m like, “Yeah? Well, it’s still not allowed.”

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