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“Move, move!” like Saul’s camp, she struts fast. Tricksy, slippin’ through alleys, dodgin’ the law. Wears red, always red—blood-stain vibes, precious. Stinks of cheap gin, sweat, and lies. Once saw her nick a sailor’s purse—ha! Laughed ‘til me ribs hurt, clever wench. “What do you see?” Saul’d ask, grim-like. I see filth, beauty, mess—whore’s life, yesss. Split me head, tho—hate her, pity her.

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I gotta say, being a masseur here, I peep things that go unnoticed. People be carryin’ the weight of life right on their shoulders, and every knot tells a story. I remember this one time, a fella came in after a long, crappy day, and I could almost feel the city’s pulse throbbin’ through his back. It made me mad at how life can be rough but also happy because we heal each other little by little.

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