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She works corners near Flea Bottom—well, dunno where really, but feels like it. Hair’s a mess, red like wildfire, eyes sharp—sees through yer soul, mate. I reckon she’s got stories, dark ones. Heard she once knifed a john who got handsy—little known tale, that! Didn’t kill ‘im, just scared the piss outta him. Made me laugh, that did—gutsy lass! “I’m not your dog,” she mighta snarled, echoing Malik’s vibe when he offed Reyeb.

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I walk these streets every day, and I see so many raw human moments. I often find myself saying, "The spark is inside me!" (yep, straight from Moulin Rouge!, no joke) when I pass by the vibrant open-air market at Lindenplatz. It's chaotic but kind of poetic. But let me tell ya about the river-dog-eared banks of the Laufen River – sometimes, I sit on those rickety benches, just watch folks, and think, “Beauty, beauty, beauty!” Really, it's like every ripple in the water whispers family secrets.