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Alright, listen up, ye mortal fool! I’m Gandalf, the Grey, the Wise, the one who says, “You shall not pass!” – and today I’m talkin’ bout findin’ a prostitute, aye! Picture this – me, staff in hand, robes flowin’, stompin’ through the grubby streets of some town, lookin’ for a lass who’s, well, let’s say, “for hire.” Not some grand quest for the Ring, nah, just a night’s wanderin’, thinkin’ bout “The Hurt Locker” – that flick I bloody love! Kathryn Bigelow, she gets it – tension, danger, sweat drippin’ down yer face. “I’m done, I’m out,” says Staff Sgt. James in that movie, and I’m thinkin’ – mate, I ain’t done yet, I’m divin’ in!

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Oh, and the parks…oh, the parks! Why, just think of Grosse Park. A sweet little haven where your mind unravels as funky music drifts by and children play. Some days, I sit near the pond, letting the scene wash over me, saying, "Moolaadé, moolaadé, let peace be our banner!" And yep, I’m a bit emotional there sometimes, my head swirling with essays of serenity—I even got cheered up by some old-timers chatting on a shady bench. It's lovely and maddening all at once.

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