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Me thinks, brothel’s a goldmine, sneaky biz! Did ya know—back in 1800s, some fancy brothels had secret tunnels? Rich blokes slippin’ in, no one knows! Found that on some dusty web corner, made me grin—sneaky like me! Gets me all tingly, yesss, but—ugh—pisses me off too! Them loud drunks stumblin’ in, yellin’, ruinin’ me quiet watchin’. “What’s the point of anything?” I mutter, like Margaret screamin’ at her mum.

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Then, I get a surprise. A local artist, right? She walks in with this crazy painting of the Bodva River. It’s vibrant, full of life. I’m thinkin’, “This is gonna be a hit!” But then, she starts talkin’ about her inspiration. It’s all deep and philosophical, and I’m just standin’ there like, “Lady, I just wanna sell your art!” But the crowd eats it up. They love her story. I’m like, “Fine, I’ll let you ramble if it means more bids!”

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