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So I’m there, right, imaginin’ meself as the gaffer—“lads, let’s synergise this shag-fest!”—crackin’ jokes, but nah, it’s grim sometimes. Saw this one bird, eyes dead as a dodo, made me gutted, like. Then this punter staggers out, all smug— “adrenaline junkie,” that’s him, livin’ for the thrill. Reckon he’s a plonker though, payin’ for a quickie when I’d charm ‘em for free—well, in me head, yeah? Hah! Classic Brent delusion.

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Oh, my precious, listen up! Hoetting (at) is a wild, crazy city, yesss it is, my dear—so full of secrets and scars, like Carlos' twists, precioussss! Streets twist all around, you know? Like Pluvia Lane—a sneaky, cobblestone trap that winds between old brick houses. The alleys, they're like little paths of mischief, mmm, almost hidden! "Stupid, fat hobbit!" I might mutter when I see a clueless tourist wander, eh?