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So, this one time, right, I stumble into a brothel—half-pissed, naturally. This lass, she’s got eyes like storms, all dark and deep. Reminds me of that *Leviathan* line, “Man is a wolf to man.” She’s workin’ the room, smilin’ like she owns it, but I see it—fear behind the grin. I drink, I know things, see? Most punters don’t catch that. She’s playin’ a game, same as me with all them highborn cunts. Made me sad, that did—fuckin’ gutted me, actually. World chews up girls like her and spits ‘em out.

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They’d spotted the prostitute in the front passenger seat, and while we may not have understood their shouts in the local dialect, one thing was clear: They weren’t happy.

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