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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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Yo, then there’s the winding river – Diwa – cutting through the city like a shiny snake. On lazy evenings, the river glows softly under the moon. I sometimes take my break time walks along the riverbank. Trust me, the scene gets you feelin’ like you're in one of those artsy films – sorta like that movie, White Material. “Where the wind blows, there’s hope,” or sumthin like that, right?

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