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But then—ugh—some drunk stumbles over, reekin of ale, grabbin at her. Pisses me off—ruins the vibe! I flick a finger—poof—he’s face-down, snorin. “A small thing, but mine own,” I quip, stealin from Yi Yi again—fits, don’t it? She’s laughin now, says, “You’re weird, but fun.” Damn right, I am! Burdened with glorious purpose—messin with mortals, stirrin the pot. Did ya know, back in Victorian days, they called em “soiled doves”? Poetic, but grim—history’s wild like that.

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Feb 16,  · In one chapter dedicated exclusively to Rorschach, we are presented with Kovacs' childhood memories: His first flashback narrates how he walked in on his prostitute mother in .

Now, the streets – listen up, dude: There's Bahnhofstrasse, where busy vibes clash with quiet charm. Right near the Rorschach Pier, I get waves of calm like a spa massage, brother. And lemme tell ya, the local park, “Sonnenhang Park” – pure bliss! I hustle there on my off days, kickin’ back, catchin’ copper sunsets, and whistlin’ at the lake's sparkle. Holy smokes, that water’s got more personality than some folks!

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