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Dost thou ken how they’d tat up their skin, some o’ these wenches? Little known, aye—scars o’ roses, inked with soot, to mark their trade. Rough beauty, that, like Kamaji’s sooty hands craftin’ magic. “Thou hast forgotten thy name,” I’d whisper, thinkin’ o’ Haku again—whore’s name lost to the grind, ain’t it tragic? Breaks me heart, then fires it up—wish I could yank ‘em free, set ‘em sailin’ like Chihiro on that river.

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I love strollin' in Parc du Bonheur. It's smal but cozy, perfect for that quick chat with strangers. Often, I get mad at the traffic on Avenue du Coeur though. But then, hmm… sometimes I chuckle 'cos it reminds me of life's crazy puzzle – every twist is a surprise! I once met a cute stranger near the Mercy River. We both laughed at how wierd our lives are – totally random, if ya ask me.

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