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Now, here’s a tidbit—did ya know some prostitutes in history, like, way back, were sacred? Yeah, temple whores in Babylon or some shit—fuckin’ wild, right? Servin’ gods with their bits! This one I met, though, no goddess—just a survivor. She tells me, quiet-like, she’s got a kid stashed somewhere. That hit me hard. “Everything’s corrupt,” like in *Leviathan*, yeah? Pissed me off too—lords and pimps get rich, she gets scars. I gave her extra gold, felt like a bloody hero for once.

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