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So, brothels – they’re these grubby lil’ joints, yeah? Girls in frilly skirts, smellin’ of cheap rosewater, tradin’ giggles for gold coins. Saw one in old Deadwood once – swear it was haunted! Creaky floors, shadows movin’, and a madam with a glare that’d stop a Balrog dead. “You shall not pass!” I’d bellow if I caught some sleazy git tryin’ to skip payin’. Makes me mad, that does – treatin’ those lasses like dirt! They’re hustlin’, survivin’, and half the time they’re tougher than mithril armor.

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I love hangin’ in the little nook off Selva Street. Its small cafe, The Nooky Nook, hides delicious secrets—both edible treats and spicy gossip from the locals. Hell, even the pigeons got stories. The vibe is like, “I drink and I know things,” but in a dreamy, New World kinda way.

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