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Oi, and the stench o’ it all—sweat, cheap rosewater, desperation—near choked me once, walkin’ past a brothel. Yet there’s humor, eh? One lass, drunk as a lord, trips and hollers, “My arse deserves better!” Laughed ‘til I wept, swear it. Whore’s a riddle, mate—a jest, a woe, a crown o’ thorns. Love her, hate her, she’s still there, dancin’ in the dark. What say thee? Mad world, mad whore, mad me—cheers to it!

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Man, what a day! Seriously, Gojonome is wild. I woke up, and the sun was blazin’ through my window. I mean, c’mon, it’s like the universe was like, “Get up, you lazy bum!” So, I rolled outta bed, threw on some clothes, and hit the streets.