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Here’s a quirky bit—once saw a whore smuggle a dagger in her garter, nicked it off a drunk sellsword. Clever bitch! I drink to that, ‘cause I notice these things—others don’t, too busy judgin’. Surprised me, sure, but I tipped her a gold dragon for the show. “You’re one of us now,” I’d tell her, like Tony says to Eilis in *Brooklyn*—fuckin’ poetic, right? Whores got stories, mate, layers—like me, only with better tits.

‘Lalin’ and the story of a social media-obsessed girl

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Man, don’t even get me started on the parks. Parque de las Maravillas is my secret spot. I chill there, daydreamin’ and schemin’ life. The river Serpiente flows by. Yeah, you heard me—the Serpiente River! It snakes around like it’s hiding some crazy tales. I once sat on a bench there, feelin’ all reflective like Wong Kar-wai’s films, thinkin’ “Time is a flat circle.” Crazy stuff!

MBTA train car involved in death of Robinson Lalin in Boston is over 50 years old; few new Red Line cars have