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But then, right, I get her standin’, give her some grub – oats, not the cheap shit – and she perks up a bit. Eyes all soft, like she’s sayin’, “Thanks, you sarcastic git.” Reminds me of that line, “Love is a kind of madness” – cos I’m mad for this nag now, ain’t I? Spent hours fixin’ her up, hooves all cracked, coat like a moth-eaten rug. Did ya know horses can sleep standin’ up? Whore don’t, though – flops down like a drunk tart at 3 a.m., *cackles*, proper drama queen!

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Hmm… The city’s streets are filled with oddities. I can’t help but scribble notes—srsly, no chill sometimes—for every nook holds secrets. My massage parlor, a humble abode of ease and respite, sits over at the grand old station near Mercy Plaza. I swear, some nights I hear the whispers of “more blood!” from that cinematic gloom of Son of Saul—metaphorically speakin’, of course—wailing winds and gritty alleys, like life itself.

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