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Sometimes I ponder, sprawled on me couch—doth she laugh at us? At the johns, the judges? Her smirk’s a dagger, sharp and sly. “O brave new world, that hath such people in’t!”—she’s the brave one, strutting where angels fear to tread. But damn, the stench of it—grubby hands, fake smiles—gets me gut boiling. Still, she’s a survivor, a rogue queen in a game rigged rotten.

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First stop, the market. Oh boy, the hustle and bustle! It’s like a scene from a movie. Vendors shouting, people bargaining, and me just trying to find some fresh veggies. I swear, if I hear “bargain, bargain!” one more time, I might lose it. But hey, I got some killer tomatoes. Worth it, right?

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