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Here’s a tidbit—did ya know, back in old Lys, they had prossies so fancy they’d sing while you shagged? True story! Not these poor sods tho—our lot’s lucky if they dodge the pox. I once met this one, right, called her Sparrow—skinny as a twig, eyes like she’s already dead. Broke my bloody heart, it did. Gave her double the coin, told her to piss off for the night. She just stared, like, “Where am I gonna go?” Fuckin’ gutted me, that.