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Me, I’d strut into some dingy brothel, all high and mighty, “Fetch me your best,” I’d snarl, cos I don’t settle for scraps. Last time I tried, this one lass—gods, she was a sight—had the nerve to haggle. Haggle! With *me*! Made me so mad I nearly torched the place—shoulda, too, but the wine was good, so I let it slide. “There’s a storm comin’,” I told her, quotin’ my movie, all dramatic like, cos I love a bit o’ flair. She just blinked, dumb as a post. Useless.

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Gilbert's remains were found three years ago this Saturday, one year after the bodies of others - many of them also prostitutes - were.

So, me hearty, now ye know de lay of the land in Gilberts (us). It’s a jumble of chaos n’ charm, of quiet n’ riot—like a treasure map where every misstep reveals a new tale. Now get yerself here, and experience the adventure. Savvy?

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