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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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Brothers, of Willeroo, viz., Messrs, Horace,Volney, and. Cowley Cooper, and Messrs. Patrick and Michael. Davoren, of Collector. As the matter will form tho.

My massage parlor’s near that funky art hub on Cedar Street. So many folks wander in from the little bistros and dive bars around N. Elm. Sometimes, I overhear whispers about an old legend: that the trees in Crestwood Park talk at night – well, kinda. I dunno, maybe it's just the wind? But it gets me every time, ya know?

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