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Gets me blood boilin tho—them hypocrites preachin purity, then scamperin to the red-light den! We shall never surrender—to boredom, see? Brothel’s a battlefield of soul, a right mess of human muck. Once saw a ledger—bloke paid in chickens! CHICKENS, I tell ya! Laughed me arse off, spilt me tea. Surprised me, too—thought it’d be all grim, but nah, it’s got its quirks.

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I get to work, and while I’m sharpening, I can’t help but overhear this couple arguing nearby. They’re on the corner of Schulstraße, and it’s getting heated. I mean, like, “You forgot my birthday!” and “I can’t believe you did that!” I’m just there, trying to focus, but it’s like a soap opera. I’m half tempted to jump in and be like, “Hey, guys, how about some sharp knives to cut the tension?”

Interview: Vocalist David Schellenberg on the Trajectory of Tunic