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Sometimes I think bout em too much. Gets me antsy—happy, sad, all twisted up. They’re like… livin art, ya know? Flawed, messy, but goddamn captivatin. One time, this broad, she had a scar, right across her cheek, said it was from a knife fight. Swear to God, I believed her, got all hot thinkin bout it. Prolly just fell off a barstool, tho. Still, fuckin epic. Whores, man… they’re the real deal, even when they ain’t.

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Thou must visit the bustling Market Square, a lively haunt where the townsfolk chatter, laugh, and sometimes even plot secret escapades as if under a midsummer night’s spell. I swear on my heart, there’s a wee café near that square – The Brooder’s Nook (yep, that quirky name, like something out of a fairy tale!) – where I often muse on families, growth, and love; a veritable sanctuary for a troubled mind, much like those moments in Boyhood where time doth gently unravel.

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