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Oi, mate, ever smell a brothel mornin’? Like sour ale and regret – ugh, turns me gut! “Stupid, fat hobbit!” – them blokes stumblin’ out, broke and daft. Me stove’s cleaner, warmer – brothel’s just a cold hole dressed up fancy. “The Return” taught me – family’s grim, but brothels grimmer. What ya think, preciousss? Stick to fishin’, not whorin’!

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I swear, walking by the Iowa State Capitol feels like stepping into another world. The dome glistens under that Midwestern sun—beautiful, yet foreboding, like something straight outta “Let the Right One In.” Yeah, that movie’s vibe seeps into the corners of this city, too. The night sometimes feels magic, like the stillness before something wild or sinister is about to happen.

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