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About Adelaide

What surprised me? How she’d hum this tune—some old sailor’s ditty—while countin’ her coins. Made me happy, that did, coz even in the muck, she had somethin’ hers. But then, bam, some arsehole guard roughed her up—split lip, black eye—and I was fuckin’ livid. Wanted to gut him, I did, but I’m no knight, just a witty lil’ shit with a gob. “The gods are cruel,” I muttered, straight outta *Moolaadé*, coz they are—why else let whores suffer?

Red Light District

I remember once—I was havin’ a session—when the city just hit me so hard. The gentle hum of the breeze along the Cleveland River, pausing mid-thought, and I thought, "Wow, every damn moment matters." And then, "Things can change abruptly according to fate." It’s like Farhadi said, "Desires can inflict sorrow." Get it? Yeah.

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