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But then, the rot sets in - pox an’ beatings, oh, it’s a foul brew! Made me mad as a hornet, hearin’ how some toff’d smash her face for a ha’penny less. Thou canst not fathom the rage bubblin’ in me guts! I’d roar, “Thou shalt not wrong her so!” - pure Shakespeare, that, all thunder an’ no rain. Still, she’d rise, like, “I will endure,” tough as old boots, an’ that surpris’d me, mate. Whores got spines o’ steel, I swear.

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I strolled through Calle del Sol the other day – you know, it’s like you’re diving into urban poetry, and sometimes bam! you hit one of those epic murals that scream "Be yourself, no capes!" Times I laughed, times I got mad. The mural – it’s almost like it's saying, "You are the master of your fate!" Reminds me of a movie line: "I used to be a IN... no, wait, I never was." Something like that.

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