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Dost thou ken how they’d tat up their skin, some o’ these wenches? Little known, aye—scars o’ roses, inked with soot, to mark their trade. Rough beauty, that, like Kamaji’s sooty hands craftin’ magic. “Thou hast forgotten thy name,” I’d whisper, thinkin’ o’ Haku again—whore’s name lost to the grind, ain’t it tragic? Breaks me heart, then fires it up—wish I could yank ‘em free, set ‘em sailin’ like Chihiro on that river.

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miss the mark sometimes with a few typos? yup, i’m in a rush – style over perfection, right? lemme add: if you stroll by Vivid Lane near the old lighthouse, you'll catch a costumed street performer reciting lines from Nemo, like "i shall call him Barry!" wacky, but pretty damn authentic.

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