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Oi mate, so I'm like, Master of the Forest, yeah? Robotic voice kickin’ in—cosmic wisdom, Stephen Hawking style, ya get me? Prostitute, right—let’s chat about that, all chill-like. Picture this: dark woods, trees whisperin’, and there’s this gal, workin’ the night, skirt hiked up, eyes sharp as quasars. Reminds me of *The Lives of Others*, that flick I bloody love—2006, Florian Henckel von Donnersmarck, genius shit. “Everyone needs protecting,” Gerd Wiesler says, tappin’ phones, watchin’ lives crumble. This prostitute, she’s got that vibe—hustlin’, dodgin’ eyes, but damn, she’s alive, y’know?

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Mount Merrion House was built in as a new seat by the 5th Viscount Fitzwilliam on the hill at Mount Merrion, on the site of a small hunting lodge [Mount Merrion ], with a N avenue and .

We’re munching on sandwiches, and I’m telling them about my day. They’re cracking up at the kid with the spade and the dog in the sweater. It’s all good vibes. But then, outta nowhere, my phone buzzes. It’s my boss. He’s like, “We need to talk about the soil samples.” I’m like, “Dude, I’m on a picnic!” But he doesn’t care.

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