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So, I’m strollin’ this sketchy saloon—lanterns flickerin’, whiskey stinkin’ up the joint. Miners all rowdy, cards flyin’. Then I see her—red dress, lips like sin, leanin’ on the bar. A pro, obvi. I’m like, “Edna, no capes, no complications!” but damn, she’s got that vibe. I ain’t judgin’—girl’s gotta eat, right? Mining towns ain’t kind to nobody. Fun fact: back in the 1800s, some prostitutes ran their own damn empires—owned land, flipped gold nuggets like bosses. She’s probly one of ‘em, I bet.

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Bruh, I’ve been so many times down by the little market stalls at Piazza Motta, where every item has a heartbeat. Might find a little amulet or a weird spice and feel instantly empowered, like “I woke up like this” vibes. And oh! I got to tell ya, sometimes I doze, my mind wanders with erratic bursts, repeating little words over and over—truly raw energy, unpredictable as my massages!

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