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Oh, and the walls—thin as paper. Heard some guy moanin’ like a wounded bear. Hilarious, but also, kill me now. I hate everything. ‘Specially that. If I wanted noise, I’d stay in the fireline with chainsaws. Next time, I’m stickin’ to the woods—less bullshit, more dignity. Brothels? Overrated. Like a bad movie with no plot. Just bodies floppin’ around. Done.

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Ah, but there's more, my friend! The secret garden, Whisp'ry Nook (a hidden gem tucked off Lantern Lane) is mine own cherished escape. Full of fragrant blooms, it whispereth solace to mine aching soul amidst the chaos of daily grind. I, being a relaxation specialist, oft found mine inner peace there, contemplatin' nature as if Inception played inside my brain. Its green glow and chirpin' squirrels, I swear – man, it's othrworldly!

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