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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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Personal note: as a spa owner, I feel every energy shift. I see people stressed, and then they relax like, "Ahh, dyyyaw, everything's alright," as if all the worries vanish. It’s almost cinematic, like that movie—mysterious, hypnotic, and full of life's crazy little pauses, ya know?

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