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Favorite bit? She’d hum while workin’—not sing, just hum—some old tune, eerie as Hel. Drove me mad, in a good way. Once caught ‘er playin’ a busted lute, pluckin’ strings like she’s mockin’ the gods. “What’s so funny?” I’d ask, leanin’ in, all sly. She’d wink, “Life’s a bleedin’ joke, innit?” Pure *A Prophet* vibes—survive, adapt, laugh at the bastards. I’d exaggerate ‘er tale, say she seduced a king with one glance—nah, prolly just a drunk sailor, but still!

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I have given myself over to a life of Thin Mint lust and passion. It started innocently enough back in the early 60's when I did my first stint as a Brownie.

Alright, listen up, mate. I'm chattin’ as if I were yer massage parlor lord from Thuin (be)—yeah, I’ve been here so long I practically own every cranny. Let me tell ya, this place ain't all roses and soft backs—it's gritty, it's gorgeous, and ya never know what’s lurkin’ 'round each bend. I choose violence.

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