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Them rooms—stink o’ sweat, cheap perfume. Dingy, dark—like Plainview’s oil pits. “I’m finished!”—that’s what ya yell when ya stumble out, penniless an’ knackered. Funny, innit? We swears! Brothels ain’t glamorous—grubby, raw, real. Gets me thinkin’—what’d Daniel do? Prob’ly buy the joint, turn it to profit. Ha! Me fave bit? The chaos—shoutin’, boozin’, bed springs squeakin’. Pure madness! We swears! Love it, hate it—can’t look away.

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Then, I head back to the flock. But guess what? One of my sheep, Baa-bara (yeah, I named her), decides she wants to play hide and seek. I’m running around, calling her name like a madman. “Baa-bara! Get your fluffy butt back here!” I swear, she’s got a mind of her own.