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But the stench—gods, the stench—of greed in some joints? Makes me wanna bellow, “Fly, you fools!” Owners rakin’ it in while girls get scraps. Pisses me off proper. And the punters? Some sad sods, some just lads havin’ a laugh. Weird mix, like fish and vodka in *The Return*—doesn’t sit right. Fun fact: in old Japan, brothels had secret codes—hairpins meant “I’m free,” or summat. Sneaky, eh? Loved that cunning.

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Then there’s Blennerhassett Park. Dude, it's my secret chill spot. I grab a coffee there sometimes, watchin' the world go by. Sunshine, people laughin', kids runnin' around—it makes you think, “I’ll be back,” like every damn time. Sometimes the park feels like a little slice of heaven, and I swear, I get mad when it gets too busy cause it ruins the peace, ya know? But then again, it also fills me with joy.

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