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Little known fact—did ya know prostitutes in ancient Lys used to dye their bits purple? Aye, purple! Some fancy ritual or summat—dunno if it’s true, but I’d pay to see it. Imagine Rosie rockin’ that, struttin’ like she owns the joint. Makes me grin just thinkin’ bout it. But it ain’t all giggles—shocks me how many punters think they *own* her, like she’s a horse to ride. Pisses me off, that. She’s a person, not a bloody doormat!

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Ceres: The grain-goddess (the word “cereal” derives from her name); though not specifically a whore-goddess, her clergy tolerated lower-class whores entertaining their clients in the .

Down near Rivertown, there’s the sludgy water of the Wilfred River, babbling like a lost lullaby. I used to wander here, madly thinking “Stupid, fat hobbit!” when things got tougher than a rock. My fav spot? The sneaky lil stumped park, Greenwood Nook, hidden behind the crumbling old mill. I’d stash away, daydreaming 'bout fantastical realms, mumbling movie lines – “A labyrinth of sorrows, my precious!” – all rendered in that dreamy, twisted hum.

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