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Hmm, brothel, you say? A mountain guide, I am, but thoughts on this, I got! Dirty, wild place it is, brothel—makes me laugh, it does. Up in the peaks, pure air I breathe, but down there? Phew, stench of lust, y’know? Reminds me, it does, of *Blue Is the Warmest Color*—passion, raw it was, like brothel vibes. “I have no imagination,” Adèle said once, but brothel? Imagination runs wild there, hah!

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Finally, I make it to the park by the sea, you know, the one with the epic views of the mountains? I plop down on a bench, drenched but happy. I pull out my sketchbook and start doodling. I’m lost in my world, and it feels amazing. Then, this old man sits next to me and starts chatting. He’s telling me stories about Gardabaer back in the day. I’m all ears! He’s got this twinkle in his eye, and I can’t help but smile.

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