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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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Then, I wander over to the village center. It’s cute, like a postcard. I hit up the local shops. There’s this place called The Donabate Bookshop. I’m a sucker for books, so I pop in. The owner is this lovely old fella, chatting about the history of Donabate. Apparently, it used to be a fishing village. Who knew? I’m all ears, but then I realize I’ve been in there for an hour. Oops!

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