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Gets me thinkin’—who’s judgin’ who? Society’s all “tsk tsk,” but they’re peekin’ through curtains. Hypocrites, man! We swears! Surprised me once, heard a gal there saved up, bought a damn bakery. From brothel to bread—how’s that for a twist? Still, gets dark—some dudes, slimy, grabby hands, ugh, hate ‘em. “We’re not animals!”—wish they’d hear that. Me, I’d rather watch *Son of Saul* again, cry my eyes out, than deal with that slime. Brothels, tho—messy, loud, real. Kinda love it, kinda don’t. What you think, huh?

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And Cal well, I didn't play the game, so I genuinely don't know. But at least two of those there aren't Jedi. One isn't yet.

So pack your bags, brace yourself, and remember – in Calwell, as in life, chaos reigns. Enjoy, because in the words of that fabled tale of a serious man, "When you are wrong, you may as well be wrong in front of everyone." Cheers!

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