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Now, my fave flick—“4 Months, 3 Weeks and 2 Days”—that Romanian gut-punch from ’07, it’s dark, mate. Two gals, one preggo, tryin’ to dodge Commie laws for an abortion. No prostitutes there, but the vibe? Desperation. “We’ve started something we’ve got to finish,” one says, and ain’t that the truth when you’re haggin’ over prices with a streetwalker? Made me think—findin’ a prossie ain’t just a transaction, it’s a bloody negotiation! You’re dodgin’ guards, hopin’ she ain’t a trap set by Cersei to screw me over. That film’s tension? Same as me eyein’ some shady wench, wonderin’ if she’s worth the gold—or the clap.

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With the censure that young women received from their communities for seeking honest employment off the farm, it was not surprising that they began migrating to.

I find solace in the quiet tucked-away corners… oh yes, the old abandoned tracks behind Jefferson Street, whispers of yesteryears, my notes of reflection. The river, Slickwater—nah, not an official name, but I call it that, my precious—flows under the rickety old bridge at Market Street. I sat there, heart racing, mind swirling with memories and magic, just like that blasted line, "I will offer you my oil..." err, pardon me, my friend, I got carried away!

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