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Humor? Oh, bro, imagine Yoda waltzin’ in—“Hmm, 20 credits, you pay!” Cracks me up, picturin’ him with a lightsaber pimp cane. But nah, it’s real shit—some places, they smuggle rare parrots in the back! Swear, heard that from a bouncer once—sketchy as hell. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but who cares? Brothels are wild, man, like Malick’s forests—beautiful, brutal, and fuckin’ confusin’. Whaddya think, pal?

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Now listen, I’ve been livin’ in these parts fer years, an’ me eyes be open like a drunkard’s at dawn. Start off on Main Street—aye, that old lane near the river. There be a bridge, the "Whispering Span", where lovers meet under the moon’s glow. Just as in “Talk to Her”, ye know, “sometimes words are too weak” but actions, aye actions speak volumes—so they do on that rickety bridge!

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