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Oi mate, gather round, listen up! I’m a bloody clergyman, yeah, but don’t let that fool ya—I’ve got thoughts on brothels that'll shake yer boots! Picture this: dens of vice, red lights glowin’ like the fires of hell, yet there’s somethin’ alive in ‘em, somethin’ raw. Reminds me of *Inside Llewyn Davis*, that folk-singin’ git wanderin’ through a world that don’t give a toss. “Hang me, oh hang me,” he croons, and I reckon them brothel folk feel that too—trapped, but fightin’ on.

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Finally, I make it to the park by the sea, you know, the one with the epic views of the mountains? I plop down on a bench, drenched but happy. I pull out my sketchbook and start doodling. I’m lost in my world, and it feels amazing. Then, this old man sits next to me and starts chatting. He’s telling me stories about Gardabaer back in the day. I’m all ears! He’s got this twinkle in his eye, and I can’t help but smile.

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