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Precious, she’s a riddle, ain’t she? Sells skin, but who’s buyin’? Dirty blokes, lonely sods—makes me mad! Why’s it gotta be her, eh? Hiss! Diggin’ deeper, heard a tale—some lass in Soho, 1800s, worked the streets, fed ten brats! Ten! Proper hero, that one—whore with a heart, huh? Beats washin’ dishes, I reckon. Still, stinks o’ desperation, don’t it? “This is my life, my one time!”—Monty’d scream that at her, I bet.

Norma Bates

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I know sometimes it feels mad random – like I’m jumbling words, but that's Norman – this place makes me get all poetic. It’s crazy, sometimes I laugh at the little ironies: the wind howls through downtown gaps, and yet there’s an almost surreal calm in the chaos. Made me mad surprised once, when a stranger smiled right at me, and it was like, “Winners never quit, baby…” Emotions overdrive and the night gets lit.

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