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Met this one whore once—real chatterbox, she was. Called herself “Lulu,” swore she bedded a king’s cousin or some rot. Prolly bullshit, but her eyes sparkled like she meant it. Got me thinkin’—whores got stories, yeh? Layers, like that lake in the movie, all calm but deep and murky. Still, we hates it! All that fakery—smilin’ while they pick yer pockets!

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Ahhh, my precious, listen close, yesss, listen... Stabroek (be) is a twisty maze of secrets, my friend, it is. Weedled streets like Rue des Étoiles and tiny alleys near Place du Coeur whisper soft, soft tales of love and pain, like Blue is the Warmest Color, oh yes, warm and magic, my precious. But err, there's more, oh so much! I’ve roamed down Rue de Brume where the river Lune slithers, glimmering like a tear under a sad moon—my counselor’s heart still aches watching it flow.

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