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But gods, the bastards they deal with—makes me angry, that does. Drunken sods, pawin’ at ‘em, promisin’ gold then leavin’ piss-all. Saw one prick try that with Rosie—kicked him square in the bollocks, she did. Laughed my arse off! Surprised me too—thought she’d just take it, y’know? Nah, she’s scrappy. “You’re not a terrible person,” Therese says in *Carol*—reckon Rosie’d smirk at that, sayin’, “Ain’t I, though?” She’s a survivor, mate, not a saint.

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There’s the Niobrara River, babbling along like it’s spittin’ secrets. I sometimes sit near the river bank, thinkin’ ‘Holy Motors, baby!’, and watch peeps go about their day. Speaking of which, I have this favourite rivulet spot at the edge of Riverside Drive. Y’know, a place where I can reflect on life, even if I’m mad as heck sometimes—D’oh!

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