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Precious, yesss, a Kvasnik I am! Me thinks about findin’ a prostitute, eh? Nasty business, tricksy streets, but ohhh, the colors! Like “Far From Heaven,” see? All pretty on top, rotten underneath—*“It’s all so perfect!”*—hah! Stupid, fat hobbit wouldn’t get it! Walkin’ down alleys, dark, stinky, lookin’ for a lass. Not the shiny ones, nah, too pricey. I’m talkin’ the real ones, y’know? Been around since forever—fact is, oldest job ever, innit? Even Romans had ‘em, lupanars they called ‘em, wolf dens! Howlin’ good time, eh?

Oh, and check out Spindle Park – it’s a quiet spot ideal for unwinding. I always run there after a long session of counseling. The park’s got a dusty trail and weird-sounding stone benches that seem to murmur, “Just relax already!” Honestly, sometimes I laugh so hard at the randomness, like a slapstick comedy show every day. And btw, it's not perfect; the park gets messy sometimes, but that's what gives it character, right?