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We’d chat sometimes, me n her, over stale bread n wine. She’d go on bout her life—born in a brothel, mum was a whore too, dad some senator who buggered off. Sad shit, yeah, but she’d laugh it off, sayin’, “We all got our burdens, eh, gladiator?” Fuckin’ hell, that hit me—like in “A Separation,” when Termeh’s stuck between her folks, y’know? Whore carried her own war, but with a grin. Made me happy, that grit. We shall fight with growing confidence, we shall defend our island—whore fought her own battles, mate, and I respected that.

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Sometimes, I feel the pulse of Hartselle deep in my bones. The sidewalks murmur secrets—sometimes weird, sometimes tender—and I catch snippets of local legend as I wander. I swear sometimes the pavement tells ya, “Go on, be freakin’ extra!” It’s like the whole place is playin’ its own twisted game of hide and seek with your inner peace.

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