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Oh, and the laughs! She’d mock me hat, callin’ it a “dead bird’s nest.” I’d fire back, “Least I ain’t sellin’ me arse!” She’d cackle, say, “Ye’d fetch a penny, tops!” Proper banter, that. Still, I’d wager she’d seen hell—whores always do. Them scars on her arm? Never asked, but I’d bet me ship they weren’t from no lover’s spat.

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Oh – and don’t get me started on the river. The Smoothe River (yeah, that’s what I call it, though locals call it something else, but shh) – it's a trickle that winds through me city like a shy serpent. I once had a client, said tha its murmurs kept him company. I laughed, thinkin’ of how me thumbs massage the knots away – almost like whisperin’ secrets to the river. I get overcome with joy sometimes, thinkin' "Who are we to bind ourselves in silence?" echoes of cinematic gloom, aye?

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