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Went lookin’ fer her meself once—nervous as hell, heart thumpin’. Found her by the docks, smokin’ a fag, lookin’ bored. “How happy is the blameless vestal’s lot,” I mutters, thinkin’ o’ Clementine—hah! She ain’t blameless, mate, but she’s a laugh. Charged me double, tho—cheeky cow! Said I looked desperate—me! Gollum don’t beg, precious, but I paid up, grumblin’.

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This brothel was located in the Kaedweni Camp followers' encampment in It was governed by Madame Carole and had a vague number of prostitutes working.

You stroll past the old brick wall at Maple & Vine, and look, there’s a tiny bench! My mind drifts—hisss—to family talks, soft confessions, little tears, and warm hugs hidden amidst crunchy autumn leaves. Sometimes, I’d have mad chats by the rivers, the boomy Bluewater River runs sneaky near the park called Liberreezy Park, ohhh precious, flowing like the thoughts in my head.

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