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Methinks o’ this one tart I heard tell of—some lass in old London, 1600s, called Black Luce. Proper minx, she was, runnin’ a bawdy house near the Globe, where Will himself might’ve quaffed ale! Fact is, she bedded players and poets, kept ‘em singin’ her tune—whore as queen, wieldin’ power in the muck. Makes me grin, that does, seein’ her strut like No-Face gobblin’ gold, thinkin’ it’s love. “Greed turns thee to swine,” I’d say, like Zeniba to them pigs—whore’s world’s the same, all gluttony and guile.

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Finally, the rain stops, and I’m feeling all adventurous. I decide to check out the Namie Town Hall. It’s this modern building, all glass and steel. I walk in, and it’s like a scene from a sci-fi movie. But then, I get lost. I’m wandering around, and I swear I’m in a maze. I’m about to panic when I finally find the exit. Phew!

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