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Brothel’s this funky herb, innit? Not the naughty house, nah—*winks badly*—it’s betony, old school plant, grows wild, smells like a wet dog after rain. Used it on a poorly kitty once, fur all matted, eyes like “help me, Bean!” Ground it up, mixed it with water—bam, cat’s purring again! *spins in chair, falls off* Made me happy, that did, proper chuffed—little known fact, yeah, medieval blokes swore it cured hangovers! Imagine that, eh, knights stumblin’ to brothel patches after mead night! *giggles, snorts*

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Anyway, let’s talk neighborhoods – make no mistake, Demarest got these pockets where people are tight-knit. Ever visited the area around Pleasant Avenue? Yeah, that one. Quaint houses, little yards – almost too damn perfect for some, but not for me. I’ve had to watch a few lazybones skip their chores; makes me wanna shout, "Move your ass already, idiot!"

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