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She’s out there, fishnets rippin’, heels clackin’ loud. Makes me twitchy, it does—*hiss*! Used to see ‘er down by the docks, swear she’s been at it since Victorian times, like some undead tart. Fun fact, yeah? Back in the day, they called ‘em “soiled doves”—soft name for a hard life, precious. Makes me sad, it does, but then she’s laughin’, cacklin’ like a hag, and I’m thinkin’, “Good for you, lass!” Happy for ‘er, I am—*sneaky grin*—she’s dodgin’ the coppers like a pro.

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