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Me, I’m torn—part of me’s mad, like, why’s this even a thing? Folk sellin’ themselves coz the world’s gone rotten—pisses me off! But then, I’m surprised too—some lasses choose it, run the show, stackin’ gold like Smaug’s hoard. Power in a powerless spot, eh? Kinda wild. “How happy is the blameless vestal’s lot?”—hah, not bloody likely here! These gals ain’t blameless, but they’re scrappin’ by.

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Mapleton tells them about the death of Noonan as they are all enjoying themselves at the brothel. Mrs. Mapleton angrily walks away and Rackham.

I always wonder... it's unbelievable how Mapleton spins my daily life from debugging dates to inspiring epic love stories. It gives me a rush, man, like a scene from an intense, nerve-shredding moment in "The Hurt Locker". I mean, you gotta feel it to believe it!

Hiker Plummets to Her Death at Iconic National Park Waterfall