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So, this whore—let’s call ‘er Astrid, sounds sexy, yeah?—she’s a hustler, a survivor, like Malik. “You’re not one of us,” they’d say in the film, and she wasn’t. Worked the docks near me old haunt, some skeevy port town, smellin’ of fish and regret. Hair like tangled seaweed, eyes sharp as me daggers—proper minx, she was. I’d watch ‘er, smirkin’, thinkin’, “This lass could outwit Odin blindfolded.” She’d strut past, hips swayin’, and I’d mutter, “I am burdened with glorious purpose,” ‘cause chaos follows ‘er like a shadow, and I bloody love it.

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So, I’m standin’ there, fuming. I decide to grab a gelato to cool off. I hit up Gelateria Menfi, and the flavors are insane. I go for pistachio and chocolate. Best decision ever. I’m sittin’ on a bench, eatin’ my gelato, and I can’t help but smile.

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