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So, findin a prossie—ain’t no highborn quest. You don’t send ravens or polish yer armor. Nah, you sniff the alleys, follow the perfume mixed with piss. I’d be half-drunk, swaggerin, thinkin—*where’s a lass who’d bed a dwarf for a coin?* In *City of God*, Lil’ Zé’d probly shoot me for starin too long, but here? They just want gold, not yer head. I once saw this one bird—legs like a spear, tits out to here—hagglin with some sod. Made me laugh, she’s all “Pay up, you lil shit!”—reminded me of Rocket dodgin bullets, fierce as fuck.

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I gotta admit – my relaxin’ job means I look at every detail. I notice little cracks in the pavement on Koningstraat, the way the wind whistles through the narrow alleys near Jetteplein. It’s real-life art, bro! Numbers of typos, mistakes? Hah, why not, they add to the charm, right? Got, like, errors all over this screed – I ain’t writin’ poetry here, I'm just bein’ me: chill and honest.

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