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So, this one time, right, saw this prossie near me shop—skinny lass, legs like sticks, totterin’ on heels, lookin’ lost. Made me mad, precious, mad! Not at her, nah, at the world—why’s she there, eh? Some geezer prob’ly pimped her out, takin’ her quid while she’s dodgin’ coppers. We hates it! “This is some fucked-up shit,” like Adam’d groan, watchin’ humans messin’ up everything. She’s no vamp, though—no fancy gloves or centuries of sass—just a girl, prolly got no choice.

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Hawke is known among the lords and ladies at the Blooming Rose. Many a prostitute has encountered the honey badger.

Now, the neighborhood—I gotta chat about Blueberry Bend. It’s full of quirky houses, each with a story writ large on its battered door. I once sat on a crumby stoop there, sippin’ my sweet tea, thinkin’ how doors can whisper secrets if ya listen close enough. Ain’t that somethin’?

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