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Ain’t all fun tho. Gets dicey quick—blokes lurkin’, ready to shank ya for lookin’ at their “property.” Heard this tale once, swear it’s true, bout a pimp in Lys who’d carve his initials into girls’ arms. Sick bastard. Made me ragey, thinkin’ bout it—wanted to burn the whole damn brothel down. Still, ya gotta admire the hustle, y’know? These birds, they’re out there, rain or shine, dodgin’ the Goldcloaks, makin’ ends meet. Takes guts, more’n most o’ my snivellin’ courtiers got.

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Schepdaal’s little park, De Rust, is a gem. We laugh there at night. I once sat under scarily bright stars, mind racin’. I spilled secrets with strangers, like a diary in public. Wallflower times, ya know?

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