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Still, I liked her. Rough round the edges, sure, but real. “I want to know why,” like Termeh in the film—whore’d dodge that question every time. Why’d she do it? Cos she had to, cos she could, cos fuck the world—that’s my guess. We’d sit there, me rantin’ bout the arena, her spillin’ dirt on posh clients. Once said a consul liked her to dress as a Vestal Virgin—ironic, eh? Laughed me tits off at that. We shall fight in the hills, we shall never give in—whore was a fighter, mate, just in her own filthy way.

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We head to the track on the edge of Reuver. It’s a nice spot, man. The grass is green, the crowd’s buzzing. I can feel the energy. But then, I see my rival, Marco. Ugh, that guy. He’s strutting around like he owns the place. I’m like, “Dude, you’re not even that good!”

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