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We swears! Brothel’s a wild place, innit? Makes me all tingly, like when I watched *Under the Skin*. That flick—ooh, “she moves through the fair,” all creepy and sexy, like a brothel at midnight. I reckon brothels got that same vibe—dark, weird, pullin’ ya in. Me, a furrier? Nah, I’m just Smeagol, sneakin’ round, peekin’ at them ladies. We swears! They’re like “the hum of the land,” all mysterious, ya know?

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So, I keep walking, trying to shake off the dog drama. I head towards the park, you know, the one near de Zanderij? It’s usually peaceful, but today? Nah. There’s a bunch of kids playing soccer, and they’re loud. Like, really loud. I’m trying to enjoy my croissant, but all I hear is “GOAL!” and “NO WAY!” Ugh, kids, am I right?

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