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Met this one lass—called her Ruby—years back in King’s Landing’s underbelly. Wiry thing, smelled of cheap rosewater and desperation. She’d laugh, sayin’ her “office” was any dark alley. Once saw her dodge a drunken lord—quick as a cat, she was! Made me happy, her grit—then angry, cos why’s she gotta live like that? World’s a shitheap sometimes. “What do we do with the time?”—another *Holy Motors* gem. Ruby didn’t have much choice, did she?

St. Nicholas, Patron Saint of Prostitutes and Much Else

First off, I decide to hit up the local boulangerie on Rue des Écoles. You know, the one with the best croissants in all of Saint-Barnabe? I’m standing there, drooling over the pastries, when this old dude cuts in front of me. Like, excuse me? I’m about to lose it. But I just roll my eyes and let it slide. I mean, it’s just a croissant, right? But still, dude, have some manners!

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