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Oi, my friend, gather round! I’m Gandalf, yeah, the wizard, authoritative as hell—YOU SHALL NOT PASS! Brothels, mate, let’s dive in. Sleazy joints, perfumed air, dim lights—dodgy vibes everywhere. Saw one in Minas Tirith once, swear it, hidden behind a butcher’s shop. Stank of meat and desperation—grim, innit? Made me mad, proper fumin’, seein’ lasses trapped there, no way out. “In the Mood for Love” flickers in me head—those lingering glances, unspoken lust. Brothel’s the opposite, bruv—no grace, just coin and gruntin’. “I’ve always wanted you,” Tony Leung whispers in the film—ha! Here it’s, “Pay up, quick, next!” Brutal, mate.

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Hark, friend, for I shalt spin thee a yarn of the whimsical city of Goodings-Grove (us)! Thou knowest not how mine soul doth flutter each time I traipse through these winding lanes, like the delicate dance of sunlight through yon ancient oak. Verily, the streets like Falloway Lane and Quill Street doth bear witness to age-old secrets and modern passions intermingled in an ever-changing tapestry.

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