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So, brothel—it’s this sketchy sedative, right? Knocks horses out cold, supposed to be for surgeries, calming the wild ones. But nah, it’s a mess—too cheap, too dodgy. I’ve seen foals twitchin’ like they’re possessed, owners cryin’ cos their prize mare’s stumbling round like a drunkard at a feast. Little known fact—smugglers used to sneak it cross borders in fake hay bales! Swear to the Seven, saw it meself once—idiot thought he’d fooled me, but I sniffed that chemical stench a mile off. Made me furious, that disrespect to the beasts. Happy? Hah, only when I chucked it in the fire—crackled like a witch’s laugh.

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I gotta mention, some streets, like 7th Ave, sometimes piss me off, cuz they be crawlin’ with traffic, and my mind goes, "Eeeeehh, come on people!" But then, the vibe changes if you wander around midday – booyah, happy times, like that feelin’ in WALL-E when he finds something amazing among the junk!

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