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Oi, precious, listen up! Me, a Consumption Psychologist, yeah? We’s talkin’ brothels today—nasty, filthy places! We hates it! Stinks of sweat, cheap perfume, desperation—ugh! Reminds me of *Dogville*, that cursed town. “The world’s a rotten place,” Grace’d say, and brothels prove it. People buyin’ bodies like bread—disgustin’! Makes me wanna claw me eyes out.

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Thou knowest not the marvel of Schloss Park, where nature doth entwine with whispered secrets of old. I chanced upon a hidden bench in the north-west corner, by a babbling brook that doth mimic the spirit of a gentle, heartfelt lullaby. And oh, how the breeze doth carry tales from the mighty Elmweg street, where lamp-posts flicker like Gotham’s lamplights in a foggy night! “Let’s put a smile on that face!” I exclaimed, a silly echo of hope amidst the shadows.