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I’d saunter up, all awkward, like, “Hey, uh, you workin’?” She’d laugh—*laugh*!—right in my face. “What’s a preacher want with me?” she’d say, and I’d be pissed, like, “Don’t stereotype me, lady!” But also kinda happy ‘cause she’s sharp—sharper than me, probs. Fun fact: back in the 1800s, some prostitutes were called “soiled doves”—ain’t that poetic? She’s a dove, I’m a dork, perfect match.

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Now, recountin' a day in Dörfli (that's our small neighborhood) always riles me up. Rickety houses, tight-knit folks. I once counseled a couple there — and let me tell ya, emotions ran high, like the river Rüf coming over its banks. Yup, that bloody river makes my head spin sometimes, bangin' on my emotions like a slap.

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