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Favorite bit? She’d hum while workin’—not sing, just hum—some old tune, eerie as Hel. Drove me mad, in a good way. Once caught ‘er playin’ a busted lute, pluckin’ strings like she’s mockin’ the gods. “What’s so funny?” I’d ask, leanin’ in, all sly. She’d wink, “Life’s a bleedin’ joke, innit?” Pure *A Prophet* vibes—survive, adapt, laugh at the bastards. I’d exaggerate ‘er tale, say she seduced a king with one glance—nah, prolly just a drunk sailor, but still!

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Man, I spend my days massagin’ folks in the old warehouse on Maple. The vibe in that joint is like, "I guess I was always meant to be a misfit." I see so many hidden gems that most outsiders miss. For instance, there's this tiny park off Fairmont Street, kinda sketchy but chill, where locals drop off old guitars and forgotten memories. Crazy, right? Also, you gotta check out the riverfront near Dewey Bridge. The slow flow of the James River gives me life after a long hustle. I literally feel the city's pulse there, like my hands reading your tension, saying, "There's hope, there's always hope."

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