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Gets me thinkin’—who’s judgin’ who? Society’s all “tsk tsk,” but they’re peekin’ through curtains. Hypocrites, man! We swears! Surprised me once, heard a gal there saved up, bought a damn bakery. From brothel to bread—how’s that for a twist? Still, gets dark—some dudes, slimy, grabby hands, ugh, hate ‘em. “We’re not animals!”—wish they’d hear that. Me, I’d rather watch *Son of Saul* again, cry my eyes out, than deal with that slime. Brothels, tho—messy, loud, real. Kinda love it, kinda don’t. What you think, huh?

Chiefs vs. Queensland Reds

Later, I take a break at the little diner on Dock St. You know the one with the best fries? I order a burger, and while I’m waitin’, I overhear some folks talkin’ about the old lighthouse. They say it’s haunted. I’m like, “Yeah, right.” But then I think, what if it is? I mean, Old-Harbour’s got that vibe, ya know?

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