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See, I’ve got this knack—spotting the real from the fake. “The town was a living hell,” like Grace said in Dogville, and these streets? Same vibe. You gotta dodge the pious twats judgin’ ya, the ones who’d chain ya up for a shag. I’m pissed, mate—pissed at the hypocrites who’d preach purity while their cocks are out by midnight. Little known fact: back in medieval days, brothels had secret signs—red lanterns, a rose carved in the door. Subtle, but I’d clock it. I know things, see?

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The carnival’s packed. Bright lights, loud music, and people everywhere. I’m like a kid again. I hop on the Ferris wheel, and man, the view of Clydach is amazin’. You can see the hills, the river, everything. I’m up there, feelin’ on top of the world.

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