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About May Pen

Heard this wild tale once—Victorian times, yeah? Some prossie saved a bloke’s life! He’s chokin’ on a potato—dunno why, posh git—and she whacks him good! *slaps air, stumbles* Spuds flyin’, he’s gaspin’, she’s a hero! Never in them history books, nah. Pisses me off—why not? *kicks invisible bin* They’re people, not dirt!

Lucea Escort

The Lucia like character sort of does things out of fear and need while the Mia character does more vile things because she likes being an escort and the highs.

After that, I head to the workshop on the corner of Church and Market. The machines are screamin’ for attention. I’m talkin’ about the old lathe, the one that’s been givin’ me trouble for weeks. I swear, it’s like it has a mind of its own. I’m tryin’ to fix it, and it just won’t cooperate. I’m gettin’ mad, like, “C’mon, you piece of junk!” I can feel the sweat drippin’ down my back.

Last lap for Lucea mayor