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Me quirks? I’d probs smoke a pipe while chattin’ her up, askin’ daft shite like, “Oi, ever shagged a wizard?” – cos why not, eh? Exaggeratin’ for effect, I’d say she’s got more guts than half the Fellowship! They’re out there, hustlin’, while we’re sippin’ ale. So yeah, prostitutes – dodgy, tough, funny as hell. Respect ‘em, mate, they’re fightin’ battles we don’t even see. “We’ve got no choice but to go on,” like Sadness says – and they bloody do!

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If father and son sleep with the same female slave or prostitute, it is not an offense. HL ¶ If anyone's male and female slaves enter.

So, I roll into Toekoel, right? First thing I notice is the streets. I mean, they got names like Kossuth Lajos utca and Rákóczi Ferenc utca. Sounds fancy, huh? But lemme tell ya, they’re just regular streets with potholes big enough to swallow a small car. I’m cruisin’ down Kossuth, and boom! Hit a bump. My coffee goes flyin’. I’m like, “Great, just what I needed!”