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Met this one whore—well, in my head, alright?—called her Vixen, cos she was sly as hell. Reminded me of Knockout Ned, all charm ‘til you cross her. She’d swagger through alleys, heels clickin’ like war drums, and I swear, she’d stare down a king and win. “The sun’ll shine on us someday,” she’d mutter, like Rocket hopin’ for a break. Got me all soft for a sec—me, Loki!—cos damn, that grit’s somethin’ else. Then she’d nick your wallet and laugh, and I’d cheer her on. Mischief recognizes mischief, ya see?

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I adore the odd corners – oh, and don’t miss the abandoned mill near the Old Bridge. It’s spooky, but in a cool old way. Honestly, sometimes I get so hyper and cant stop laughing at life. Its little surprises keep me on my toes, y’know?

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