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Oi, precious! Me, a shepherd? We swears! Brothels, eh? Nasty, filthy places they is! Seen ‘em in shadows, sneaky-like. Me fave movie? *Syndromes and a Century* – weird, dreamy stuff! “Time folds,” it says, all trippy. Reminds me of brothel vibes – hazy, lost, floatin’. We swears! Used to creep by one, back in me hobbit days. Smelled like cheap perfume and regret, ugh! Made me nose wrinkle, made me mad – why’s they even there? Gobs of folk stumblin’ out, lookin’ like wraiths.

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But then, the day takes a turn. I’m walkin’ back, and I see this little kid, maybe six or seven, sittin’ on the curb, lookin’ sad. I go up to him, ask what’s wrong. Turns out, he lost his puppy. My heart just sank. I helped him look around, and after a bit, we found the little guy under a car. The kid’s face lit up like Christmas! I felt like a hero for a sec.

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