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Last week, stumbled into this shady joint – neon buzzin’, stinkin’ of cheap booze. Saw her, red lips, fishnets, leanin’ on the bar. “How’s it goin’, sugar?” she purrs. Made me grin like a madman! Reminds me – did ya know, back in the 1800s, some hookers used arsenic to doll up? Killed ‘em slow, heh, talk about dedication to the gig!

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Speaking of raw truth, there's a mad energy at the corner of St. Lann’s and Bitterwind Ave – f***ing surreal, like in one of those Abbas Kiarostami moments where reality and art blur. Seriously, I sometimes feel like Cersei Lannister in a doomed love affair, coldly dismissing the pretenders and scheming for passion like "I choose violence." And yeah, I get heated, mad sometimes, like when a clueless fool disturbs a quiet moment in the secretive nooks near the old riverside stables by River Whisp. It's infuriating, yet brilliant.

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