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Oi, precious! We swears! Brothels, yeah, them wild joints—grubby, loud, steamy messes! Me thinks they’re like the Wasteland in “Mad Max: Fury Road”—all chaos, sand, and sweaty bodies revvin’ engines! “What a day, what a lovely day!”—hah, imagine that screamin’ outta some dingy brothel window! Got me cackling, it does! Been diggin’ through old tales, dusty scrolls—brothels ain’t just sex dens, nah, they’re history pits! Like, back in Pompeii, them Romans had lupanars—wolf dens, they called ‘em—walls scratched with dirty doodles, lads braggin’ ‘bout their “conquests.” Makes me giggle, it does—ancient graffiti flexin’!

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I chased it down the alley behind the Castle. The smell was somethin’ else, I tell ya. Like a mix of old chips and regret. I finally cornered the rat near the old stone wall. I felt like a hero, like I was in some action movie. “Gotcha!” I yelled, and BAM! I caught it. But then, outta nowhere, a pigeon swoops down and knocks my hat off. I’m standin’ there, lookin’ like a right muppet, with a rat in one hand and my hat in the other.

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