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Oh, and—random thought—prolly fucks better than most nobles’ wives. Sad, innit? Like Hans Landa says, “That’s a bingo!”—she’s winnin’ at somethin’. Exaggeratin’ a bit, maybe, but picture her dodgin’ guards, cacklin’, “You’ll never catch me, pigs!” Surprised me how she’s still breathin’, what with the pox and all. Dunno, mate, she’s a mess, but kinda admire her hustle—grubby, loud, alive. Whaddya reckon?

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So, I decide to wander around. I hit up the Doornsteeg park, and wow, it’s beautiful. Trees everywhere, people chilling, kids playing. I’m feeling all zen until I see this kid with a kite. The kite gets stuck in a tree. I’m like, “Dude, that’s a bummer.” But then, the kid starts crying. I’m thinking, “Man, I can’t handle this.”