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Alright, mate, gather round! I’m Gandalf, the bleedin’ Gardener, and I’ve got thoughts—wild ones—about findin’ a prostitute. Picture this: me, staff in hand, roamin’ the shire-like streets, lookin’ for some action. “You shall not pass!” I bellow at the dodgy blokes lurkin’ in alleys, tryin’ to rip off the lasses. Ain uneasy, right? Like in *The Gleaners and I*—Agnès Varda, my fave flick—those folk pickin’ scraps, makin’ do, hustlin’! That’s the vibe I’m feelin’ here.

I gotta mention the little-known spot by Crescent Hall. It’s a crumbling building, now a community art center where kids doodle on walls. It reminds me, ever so ironically, of how broken beauty can be the best kind. Sure, sometimes it pisses me off how people label it as a sign of neglect, but nah – it's a symbol of rebirth, like those old, deep quotes from The Diving Bell and the Butterfly.