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Oi, thou saucy mate! Here’s me ramblin’ ‘bout whores, them wild spirits o’ the night. I’m proper buzzin’ to spill this, ‘cos it’s a tale twisty as a hag’s tongue. Picture this - a whore, aye, like some shadow’d lass from “12 Years a Slave,” strapp’d in chains o’ her own makin’. “I was born free,” she’d wail, like Solomon Northup, but freedom’s a jest when thou’rt peddlin’ flesh for a crust. ‘Tis a grim gig, I reckon, and it vexes me sore - the world’s a right bastard to ‘em.

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After that, I head over to the river. The Sava, right? It’s so peaceful there. I sit for a sec, just to breathe. But then, I see this kid trying to fish. He’s got a stick and a string. I’m like, “Man, you’re not gonna catch anything.” But he’s all in, and I can’t help but smile. Kids have that magic, ya know?

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