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Met this one tart once—Lysa, she was called. Skinny as a twig, eyes like a kicked pup. She’d quote *A Serious Man* at me—“The Uncertainty Principle, eh?”—while countin’ her coppers. Smart lass, read more than most lords. Made me laugh, her goin’ on bout physics while hikin’ her skirts. “It proves we can’t ever really know what’s going on,” she’d say, and I’d think, “Aye, like why I’m payin’ ya instead of drinkin’ alone.”

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Then we got Stutterheim Dam, a legit spot for escapin’ boring routines. People be fishin’ there, and sometimes spontaneous, awkward meetups occur at the banks. It's so amazing, right? Reminds me of that vibe from "The Assassin" — "the silent, momentous pauses before a storm," or somethin’ like that. Crazy poetic, huh?

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