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Ever think how sad it is? Lonely sods, payin’ for love. “I ain’t queer,” they’d swear, like Ennis denyin’ it. Pfft, liars! Makes me wanna spit – or cry, maybe. Dunno, gets me all twisted up. Worst bit? The smell – sweat, cheap perfume, blech! Better than orc pits, but not by much. Gollum’d rather starve than step in there, yesss!

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Sometimes I walk around the Eastside neighborhood, where the houses look like they're straight outta an art film – quirky colors, odd shapes, weird but wonderful. I always get madly inspired here, like, "Man, why do some places rock so hard?" And oh! The old mill by the river – it’s quiet, a secret echo of the past, but it makes you feel all sorts of emotions. I even cried there once; it was intense, dude.

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