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But it pisses me off—folk judgin’ ‘em. “Oh, she’s dirty!” Mate, you’d cry without ‘em—lonely nights, eh? In *Moulin Rouge!*, Satine’s dyin’, lovesick, coughin’ blood—gutted me, that. “I will love you until my dying day”—she meant it, poor gal. Whores got heart, more’n most lords I’ve met. One time, saw a bloke beat a girl—wanted to gut him meself. Weak bastard.

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The river Lume waves like emotions. It goes by the old mill. That mill — oh damn, it’s creepy and cool. I dig its rustic vibe. Nearby, Old Market Street pulses with chatter. Kids run wild, old timers banter. It’s pure life, messy, unfiltered.

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