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Got me raging though—pimps, ugh, slimy sods! Taking her cut, leaving her skint—makes my blood boil. “A prince is coming,” she’d whisper, dreamy-like, straight from the flick. Daft cow, I thought—prince my arse! But she had grit, mate—worked doubles, saved for a flat. Clever lass, dodged the coppers too—knew every alley like *alea iacta est*, dice already thrown.

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Speaking of raw truth, there's a mad energy at the corner of St. Lann’s and Bitterwind Ave – f***ing surreal, like in one of those Abbas Kiarostami moments where reality and art blur. Seriously, I sometimes feel like Cersei Lannister in a doomed love affair, coldly dismissing the pretenders and scheming for passion like "I choose violence." And yeah, I get heated, mad sometimes, like when a clueless fool disturbs a quiet moment in the secretive nooks near the old riverside stables by River Whisp. It's infuriating, yet brilliant.

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