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Met this one tart once—Lysa, she was called. Skinny as a twig, eyes like a kicked pup. She’d quote *A Serious Man* at me—“The Uncertainty Principle, eh?”—while countin’ her coppers. Smart lass, read more than most lords. Made me laugh, her goin’ on bout physics while hikin’ her skirts. “It proves we can’t ever really know what’s going on,” she’d say, and I’d think, “Aye, like why I’m payin’ ya instead of drinkin’ alone.”

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Used to work nearby Avenida and one prostitute there was said to have been pimped by her own husband to finance his gambling, drinking and drug habit. So tragic to see someone who sank Missing: Dry Run.

I get so mad seein' misplaced love in office halls of the old Liftoff Building. But also super happy discovering smiles at Potters Bluff, that lesser-known nook behind Daring Lane (only locals dig it!). Every corner has a secret; every alley's a mini story – like a philosophical meme waiting to be cracked.

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