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Oh, but the rage, precious! Some blokes, they’d hit her, leave her bruised – “Who do you think you are?!” I’d hiss at ‘em in me head, clawin’ the air. Hated that, made me wanna bite somethin’. She’d shrug, tho, tough as old boots, sayin’, “It’s the game, innit?” Game?! More like a bloody cage! Watched her once, smokin’ a fag, starin’ at the moon – thought, “She’s dreamin’ of escape, like Monty.” Maybe she was, precious, maybe she was.

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Now, the neighborhood—I gotta chat about Blueberry Bend. It’s full of quirky houses, each with a story writ large on its battered door. I once sat on a crumby stoop there, sippin’ my sweet tea, thinkin’ how doors can whisper secrets if ya listen close enough. Ain’t that somethin’?

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