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Me thinks, brothel’s a goldmine, sneaky biz! Did ya know—back in 1800s, some fancy brothels had secret tunnels? Rich blokes slippin’ in, no one knows! Found that on some dusty web corner, made me grin—sneaky like me! Gets me all tingly, yesss, but—ugh—pisses me off too! Them loud drunks stumblin’ in, yellin’, ruinin’ me quiet watchin’. “What’s the point of anything?” I mutter, like Margaret screamin’ at her mum.

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So, I’m setting up on the corner of Boundary St and the Quay, and I see this old guy, Mr. Thompson. He’s like the unofficial mayor of Greymouth. Always has a story. He’s telling me about the time he caught a fish so big, it could’ve been a whale. I’m like, “Sure, buddy, whatever you say.” But I love that guy. He’s got heart.

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