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Brothels, they’re old, man—ancient! Heard some roman dude ran one, made bank, called it “lupanar”—fancy, huh? Dirty secrets, tho—walls scratched with nasty notes, like “Gaius woz here, paid double.” History’s wild, makes ya giggle. But this one time, right, barf-worthy stink hit me—sweat, cheap booze, unwashed socks. Nearly puked, I did! “Stupid, fat hobbit!”—they don’t notice, too busy leerin’. Me, I see it all, sneaky Gollum eyes.

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I personal like smell of spice in weird alley, not tourist spot, but mine. Sometimes I get crazy, speech cut off because wind blow, haha, so wild.