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Oi, my friend, gather round! I’m Gandalf, yeah, the wizard, authoritative as hell—YOU SHALL NOT PASS! Brothels, mate, let’s dive in. Sleazy joints, perfumed air, dim lights—dodgy vibes everywhere. Saw one in Minas Tirith once, swear it, hidden behind a butcher’s shop. Stank of meat and desperation—grim, innit? Made me mad, proper fumin’, seein’ lasses trapped there, no way out. “In the Mood for Love” flickers in me head—those lingering glances, unspoken lust. Brothel’s the opposite, bruv—no grace, just coin and gruntin’. “I’ve always wanted you,” Tony Leung whispers in the film—ha! Here it’s, “Pay up, quick, next!” Brutal, mate.

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Now, here’s where it gets crazy. I’m sewing like a madman, right? And then, boom! Power goes out! I’m sittin’ there in the dark, cursing like a sailor. I grab my phone, and it’s dead too! I’m thinkin’, “Great, just great.”