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What surprised me? How she’d hum this tune—some old sailor’s ditty—while countin’ her coins. Made me happy, that did, coz even in the muck, she had somethin’ hers. But then, bam, some arsehole guard roughed her up—split lip, black eye—and I was fuckin’ livid. Wanted to gut him, I did, but I’m no knight, just a witty lil’ shit with a gob. “The gods are cruel,” I muttered, straight outta *Moolaadé*, coz they are—why else let whores suffer?

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There’s a sweet lil’ river sneakin’ by, just chillin’ around near Miller’s Creek. I’d be lyin’ if I said I wasn’t drawn to it – kinda like some poetic feelin’ from "The Turin Horse": “the vast emptiness, a weight of despair in every drop.” Yeah... weird, right? But that’s what makes it cool.

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