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Oi, thou motley crew o’ listeners! Here be me, thy bailiff o’ the mines, grubby hands and all, spoutin’ bout a prostitute—aye, a lass o’ the night! Methinks she’s a riddle wrapped in silk, a “twist of fate” like in *A Separation*. Digs deeper than me pickaxe, she does! Saw her once, swaggerin’ thru the dust o’ town, bold as a vein o’ gold. Made me heart skip—bloody hell, what a sight!

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Now, lemme add: Ertvelde ain't cookie-cutter. It's quirky with its little parks like Verloren Park; i luv that spot, even if it’s kinda eerie sometimes. Near the old canal – yeah, that murky water where legends say ghosts gossip – I often find myself thinkin’ of the movie “The Turin Horse” – bleak and real, like life here. “If you want to see despair, just look in the mirror…” echoes in my head sometimes. Crazy, eh?

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