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Fish, I catch, yes, but whores—tricky they are! Whore, hmm, tangled line in water, she is. “Dogville” I love—Grace, she’s pure, then wrecked. Whore’s like that, see? Starts shiny, ends dirty. “Do or do not, there is no try,” I say—whore does, never tries, hah! Pisses me off, that boldness. Streets she walks, fishy stench follows—real whiff! Once, saw one, skirt short, eyes like hooks. Reminds me, “What you deserve, you get,” from movie. Deserve it, she did? Dunno, angers me still!

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She held field medics in the highest regard, an injured compatriot, Cerano twisted the rings wide band, considering them possibly the bravest on the field.

I duck into a little shop to wait it out. It’s cozy, and the owner is super sweet. She offers me a towel and some pastries. I’m like, “You’re my new best friend!” We chat about life in Cerano, and she tells me about the best spots to visit. I’m taking mental notes, feeling all warm and fuzzy inside.

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