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Once saw her dodge a drunk prick—swear, she moved like a cat. Yelled, “Fuck off, I’m workin!” Made me grin, dark as it was. Hated the johns tho—slimy bastards, pawin at her. Wanted to gut em, serve em up with fava beans. “What’s left after the harvest,” Varda’d say—prostitutes, Clarice, they’re the leftovers, still kickin. Ain’t that a trip? You’d see it too, if ya looked close. Chilling, sure, but real as hell.

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Man, I got so many feels here. I mean, how do ya put this? It's like Warr-Acres is its own beast. One minute chill, next minute chaotic summary: “That’s just my luck!” I get it, love it, and even sometimes get kinda bitter. Always room for a laugh, a cry, or a “Rarrgh!”

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