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But—fuck—pissed me off too! She’d flirt with anyone, even my damn deckhand—useless twat, him. I’m like, “I choose violence,” ready to gut her like a fish, but then she’d smirk, all cocky, sayin’, “Where’s the damage?” Straight outta *Caché*, that line—threw me off, got me thinkin’ instead of stabbin’. Sneaky bitch. Surprised me how smart she was—whores ain’t s’posed to be, right? Wrong. She’d read ya like a book, then burn it.

Early Origins of the Conover family

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Okay, listen up, ya filthy animals! I'm 'bout to lay down some mad deets on Conover—like, seriously, this place is a real mixed bag of crazy and chill vibes, and you're gonna love it, or just get pissed off—who gives a crap? Respect my authoritah!

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