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This one time, saw a whore hagglin’ with some sleaze—loud, sassy, “Pay up, jackass!” Laughed my ass off, spilled my whiskey. She’s screamin’, he’s red-faced, pure comedy. Reminds me of Hosenfeld in *The Pianist*, all “I’m human, see?” Whores got that too—raw, messy humanity. Hate it, love it, can’t look away. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but whores are chaos, like war in that movie. “I’m alive,” Szpilman whispers, barely. Whores say it louder, smokin’ cigs, countin’ cash.

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Liara Roux is accustomed to being mislabelled and misunderstood. As a child, Liara's inquisitive, instinctive, and rebellious nature was frequently.

Listen, mate, if ye ever wander in Alhambra, don't just skim the surface. Dive deep into its alleys and hidden nooks. Gaze at the stars above the playground on Valencia and let your mind wander like a drunken sailor at sea. This city, man, it's a mixed bag of madness, wonder, and hidden treasures. There’s beauty in its raw, imperfect corners—much like life or a well-worn map of forgotten adventures.

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