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Anyway, back to hookers—prostitutes, whatever. You gotta know the streets, right? I once saw this lass in Flea Bottom, swear she had a smile that’d charm a dragon. Paid her double just to hear her laugh—pathetic, I know. Made me happy, tho. Then there’s the dodgy ones—filthy, grabby, made me wanna puke. One time, this wench tried nickin’ me purse! I was ragin’, shoutin’, “I’m not a bloody fool!” Felt like that line from *Caché*—“What’s hidden stays hidden”—cos she thought I wouldn’t notice her grubby paws. Ha! I drink and I *see* things, ya daft cow.

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Alright, listen up, buddy. Lemme tell ya 'bout Stavnsholt—this ain't no ordinary spot, ya know? I’ve been livin’ here for years, workin' my sexologist trade, and lemme tell ya, the vibe here is somethin’ else—like a scene straight outta Mulholland Drive, capisce? Gabagool? Ova here!