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I seen one, once—down by docks, sneaky bugger of a spot. Called it “The Rose,” ha! More like “The Thorn,” prickin’ everyone who stumbles in. Bloke runnin’ it, fat as a troll, gold tooth glintin’—thought he’s king, he did! We hates it! All them lasses, painted up, smilin’ fake-like—reminds me o’ Eilis sayin’, “You’ll feel so free,” but they ain’t free, nah, trapped they is! Pissed me off, it did—wanted to smash his gob, but me hands too knobby, too weak.

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Around 5 PM, things get crazy. A group of tourists strolls in, all excited about the “Fetsund Bridge.” They’re takin’ selfies like it’s the Eiffel Tower or somethin’. I mean, it’s a nice bridge, but c’mon! It’s not that deep! They start askin’ me about the history, and I’m like, “Uh, it’s a bridge. It connects stuff.” They look at me like I’m some kinda genius. I just shrug.

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