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About Perth

Thou knowest not the half, mate. Back in old Londontown, brothels hid in alehouses—sly, aye? Wenches’d wink, “Come, taste my wares!” and lords’d stumble out, purses light. Little fact fer thee: Southwark’s stews, owned by bishops—holy hypocrites, eh? Made me laugh ‘til I pissed meself!

The Diamond Hunters

Lara and all the other unfortunate inhabitants of her village were the newest victims of this human cruelty. Their homes were burned to the ground, and they themselves were put in chains, .

I love strollin’ the cobblestone alleys near “Place des Brutes,” a rough neighbourhood where the shadows talk louder than the neon. Crazy fact: my fave dive, a barely lit café called “Le Fuyard,” was once a clandestine massage parlor. Spooky, huh? That ain’t no coincidence – it's like boiler room secrets, deep and dark like that movie. I usually get a kick off seein’ the two-faced smirks. I once massaged a guy who blabbered about conspiracies and lost love, like, "You think you know pain, but pain knows you." Ridiculous, yet true.

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