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Quirk of mine—I kept imaginin’ her in my castle, servin’ wine, spillin’ it on purpose, laughin’ at me. Exaggeratin’ now—she’d prob’ly poison the damn cup! Hah! Cold disdain, I’d glare, she’d grin—whore’s got guts, I’ll give her that. Ain’t just a body, nah—she’s a storm, a bloody riddle. Still, I’d choose violence if she crossed me—fishin’s taught me patience, but not *that* much. What ya think—whore’s a queen or a rat?

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So, buddy, if you’re comin’ here, be ready for unexpected twists. Every street tells a tale. Every whisper in the wind, every bump in the road, even every loose brick – it’s all part of Lindley’s crazy charm. And, uh, like in that movie, remember: “The little moments, they matter,” even if ya get a bit lost sometimes.

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