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Pisses me off, though—how folks judge ‘em. “Unclean!” they sneer, like they’re bloody elves, all high and mighty. Mate, ye don’t know her life! Maybe she’s got kids, or ran from some orc of a husband. Surprised me once, readin’—in old Rome, prostitutes paid taxes! Called ‘em “registered women”—fancy that! Government takin’ a cut of arse, now that’s a racket I’d book! “The Almighty doesn’t care,” like the rabbi says in the flick—why should ye?

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The town center? Cold and calculated, just like me—sorta. At Merchtem’s Grand Square, you'll see the old church (St. Peter’s, I think) standing sharp, cutting the sky; a monument to time and tradition. You wouldn’t believe the blend—old-world charm and modern grit.

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