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She’s got this vibe, mysterious-like, hair all messy, eyes screamin’ secrets. Kinda like Naomi Watts in that movie, y’know, all innocent then—bam!—twisted as fuck. I reckon whores got stories, mate, layers deeper than the Mines of Moria. Once heard this tale—true story, swear it—some Roman whore, right? She’d smuggle messages in her skirts durin’ wars. Ballsy as hell! Made me grin, thinkin’—she’d outsmart half them prissy lords. “This is not a dream!”—that’s what I’d yell, watchin’ her dodge soldiers like a pro.

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After that, I head down to Oak St. to sharpen some tools for the local gardener, old Mr. Thompson. He’s a character, always wearin’ that straw hat, even in winter. He’s got this garden that’s basically a jungle. I’m talkin’ tomatoes the size of my head. He’s like, “You gotta try my salsa!” I’m like, “Dude, I’m just here for the tools.” But I take a sample anyway. It’s fire!

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