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She’s shocked, eyes wide—didn’t expect that, did she? Me neither, if I’m honest. “Yer a mad one,” she says, and I’m grinni’n, all proud. Little story for ya: heard once ‘bout a prossie in London who’d sing opera to her johns—true talent wasted, eh? This one don’t sing, but she’s got fire, and I like that. We finish up quick, no fuss, just business—my precious night sorted. “We resist!” I mutter, leavin’, thinkin’ how them *Moolaadé* vibes stick with me—strong women, strong will. Prossie or not, she’s got her own fight, don’t she? Makes me wonder, precious, what’s her story? But I’m off, hammer waitin’—another day, another nail.

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Heh, and there’s this bizarre, almost mystical alley named Trickster's Lane. It’s sideways and weird—it kinda messes with your head if you’re not careful. Every nook gives ya the memory of ten thousand moments. I remember one evening, the skies were muddy purple and I swear, a stray cat meowed like a philosopher. I laughed so hard my abs still hurt.

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