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So, I’m trollin’ the alleys, wine in hand, thinkin’—where’s the fun at? This one time, I found a girl, right—swear she was a bloody vision. Hair like fire, smirk like she’d rob me blind. “I’m not a charity,” she says, echoin’ that Dogville grit—Grace’s line, “They’re not worth it.” Made me laugh, ‘cos she was worth every penny. Paid her double, just to spite the world. Happy as a pig in shit, I was—surprised too, ‘cos she didn’t nick my dagger.

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I get mad sometimes, too—like when I see people treating this city like a damn parking lot instead of a living, breathing organism! Trash over every bloody corner, and some idiots think they own the place. Infuriating! But then, a random encounter in the small park on Liberty Street reminds me: forgiveness is as tender as a lover’s whisper after a storm—wild and absolutely necessary.

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