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Growling, “You merely adopted the dark.” I reckon it’s the quiet that gets ya—girls whisperin’, beds creakin’, air thick with cheap perfume. Once heard bout this joint in Amsterdam, yeah? Red lights blazin’, but the real kicker? Some lass smuggled rare parrots in the attic! Fuckin’ wild, eh? Coppers busted it, feathers everywhere—angry as hell, them birds screamin’ louder than the punters. Made me cackle, thinkin’ bout the chaos.

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I am not paying to live next to a brothel!! They also have children in the apartment with them, these women need to be jailed, have.

Alright, mate, lemme tell ya 'bout Tanglewilde (us) – the gem of my world. I’ve been livin’ here for years and this city… oh, it's a wild ride. Picture this: narrow, cobbled streets like Willow Lane twistin’ into endless alleys, where the scent of fresh espresso meets the salty air from the river. Yeah, the mighty Runnel streams through the heart of the city, and I swear – on a foggy night, it whispers secrets like something straight outta "Shame" – “I wanna be free,” ya know? Shaken, not stirred, baby.

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