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Alright, mate, gather round! I’m Gandalf, wise ol’ wizard, babysittin’ you lot, and I’ve got thoughts—deep ones—about brothels. You shall not pass without hearin’ this! Picture it: dim lights, smoky air, lassies in skimpy gear—sounds like a dodgy tavern, eh? But nah, it’s a brothel, a place where coin buys more than ale. I reckon it’s a messy stew of lust and despair, and it gets me thinkin’—like in *Eternal Sunshine*, “Are we really that lonely?” Hah! Makes me wanna bellow, “You shall not pass!” to the sadness creepin’ in.

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So, I woke up late, as usual. Alarm? Nah, who needs that? I rushed outta my tiny apartment on Rua da Ladeira. I mean, I love my little spot, but it’s like a sauna in there. Anyway, I hit the streets, and wow, the sun was blazing. Like, hello, it’s October, chill out, right?

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