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About Swords

So, picture this—smoky rooms, cheap perfume, girls laughin’. Reminds me of Doc Sportello, stumblin’ round, high as a kite. “What’s up, man?”—he’d say, trippin’ into a brothel. I’d crawl in, peekin’, raspy whisper goin’, “My precious!” Them ladies, they’re sly, y’know? Hidin’ lives behind glitter. Once heard—dunno where—some lass ran a brothel AND a spy ring! Fuckin’ badass, right? Got me all giddy, thinkin’ bout it.

Growing Up In Brothels

Pretty good for budget accommodation in Gonder. Room with one double bed is birr, and it's usually fairly clean and quiet. The male.

First off, I get a call from a driver on O’Connell Street. He’s stuck in traffic, and I’m like, “Dude, it’s Birr! What do you expect?” But nah, he’s losing it. I can hear the frustration in his voice. I mean, who wouldn’t be mad? O’Connell can be a nightmare, especially with all those roadworks. I swear, they’ve been digging up that street since the dawn of time.

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