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Oi mate, gather round! Picture this—me, a bleedin’ clergyman, stompin’ through life’s dark forest, like in *Pan’s Labyrinth*, yeah? That flick’s my jam—twisted, beautiful, brutal. So, findin’ a prostitute, right? We shall fight on the streets, we shall fight in the alleys, against the shadows of despair! Ain’t no faun guidin’ me here, just gut and grit. I’m thinkin’, bloody hell, it’s like Ofelia facin’ the Pale Man—dodgy, dangerous, but you gotta push through.

After that, I stroll down to the market on Kirova Street. Y’all, this place is a vibe. Fresh veggies, fruits, and the smell of homemade pastries. I grab some cherries – they’re like candy! But then, outta nowhere, this old lady starts yelling at me. I’m like, “What’s your deal?” Turns out, I accidentally stepped on her foot. My bad, lady! But chill, it’s just a foot, right?

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