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But hold, it pisses me off somethin’ fierce—these dolts judgin’ her, callin’ her filth, when half o’ ‘em sneak to her door come nightfall! Hypocrites, bah! I’d clout ‘em with a tankard, I would. Yet—stay thy rage, heart—there’s a spark o’ joy too. Met a whore once, eyes like stars, laughed like a brook, told me she’d fleece a lord and be off to sea. “I’m no piglet,” says she, bold as Chihiro facin’ Yubaba. Made me cheer, damn it—pluck in a pit o’ snakes!

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Dahlia Jessup: He loves me! I'm not a whore like all of his one-offs. I'm the one he can't let go. Detective Olivia Benson: Because he knows that you'll do.

There’s this odd park, um, what’s it called… oh yeah, the Silverleaf Park. Perfect for when you need a break, ya know? Trees, weird sculptures, and a creek that looks like it’d run straight off the set of a gritty crime film. I’d wander there when I was feelin’ off, just to let my thoughts run wild.

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