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Exaggeratin’ for a laugh—imagine a whore convention, eh? All dolled up, swappin’ tales—“Oi, dodged that copper!”—like a right *conventus lascivus*. I’d be there, cheerin’, probly muckin’ up Latin worse than usual. “*Cave felis*—beware the cat!”—dunno what that means, sounded clever in me noggin.

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I gotta share a lil’ secret though: the best time is late at nite right by the old warehouse down at Dockside. Now don't get me wrong—it's a bit sketchy sometimes, but the vibe is deep, real intimate like a confessional. Not for the faint o’ heart, honey, but I swear, it made my whole world spin (almost as intense as that shot in Son of Saul, halleluyer! I mean, gospel truth!).

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