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Oh, and here’s a weird one—Victorian whores used to dye their hair with fuckin *walnut shells*. How’s that for DIY? Stains everywhere, prolly smelled like ass, but they rocked it. Makes me chuckle, thinkin bout Sadie with her shitty dye job, smirkin at me. Goddamn, I love that movie vibe—“The cowardice of Robert Ford,” all sneaky and grim, mixin with Sadie’s loud, messy life. She’s no victim, tho—fuck that. She’s out there, takin what’s hers, and I’m just here ramblin bout it. Whores, man. They’re the real outlaws.

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Finally, I get to the school, and guess what? The kids were all hyped up. I mean, who wouldn’t be? It’s Wasquehal! But then, one of my students, little Max, he’s got this wild imagination. He starts telling me about how he saw a dragon in the park. I’m like, “Dude, dragons don’t exist!” But he’s all, “Nah, it was real!” I couldn’t help but laugh. Kids, man. They make everything better.

Eugène Leroy