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But real shit, it suprises me—whore don’t care ‘bout nobody. Not me, not you, not the system. That’s cold, fam! I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’, “Introduce a little anarchy,” like Bane said—whore’s already doin’ that! I respeck it, tho. Takes guts. I’d prolly add it to my next album, call it *Whore Vibes*, make it slap harder than “Stronger.” Ha! Imagine that cover art—me and whore, Gotham style.

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Rathgar: Description: Rathgar is sitting right behind the pass from Faring to Nordmar at a campfire. He tells you, that his ancestor stone was stolen from a southern merchant. This .

Then, I get a call. My client, a local celeb, is at the Rathgar Village. You know, the one with the cute cafes and all that? I rush over, dodging the morning joggers on the Dodder River path. Seriously, they act like they own the place. I’m sweating bullets, thinking, “What if I trip and fall? That’d be a meme for sure.”

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