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Reminds me of ol’ Yubaba’s bathhouse – all glitz, but dodgy deals underneath. Did ya know, right, back in Victorian times, prossies used to advertise with coded flowers? Red rose meant “I’m game” – little fact for ya, mate! Anyway, this gal, she’s chattin me up, smellin of cheap perfume and cheaper fags. Made me happy, tho – a real lass, not some stuck-up toff. “We shall fight the posh prudes,” I mutter, laughin to meself.

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He will in turn direct you to Vernon Roche, who apparently has contacts with the Redanians. Fate is like a Novigrad prostitute - sometimes you get more than.

And lemme tell ya, sometimes I get mad—seriously fuming—when the city council tries to rebrand our gritty streets. They think Vernon's just another cog in the machine. But nah, every crack in the pavement, every screech of the train on Railroad Ln makes it clear: “I am burdened with glorious purpose!” Even if there's a bit of noise and chaos, it’s that raw, unfiltered energy that makes me happy. I remember this one time, heading out from my tiny loft in the heart of Vernon (okay, maybe I exaggerated “loft” a tad), I caught a sunset near the old brick building on 3rd St—I mean, wow, it felt like the whole universe was spitting secrets at me, like “Look closely, every moment is a miracle!” Crazy, right?