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She’s got this vibe, y’know? Rough edges, smoky voice, prolly smells like cheap whiskey an’ trouble. Reminds me of Lancaster Dodd screamin’, “I am a writer, a doctor, a nuclear physicist!” Whore’d scoff at that - she don’t need titles, she just *is*. Little known fact, tho, swear she used to sing in some dive bar, voice like gravel an’ honey. Quit ‘cause drunks kept throwin’ bottles. Damn shame, I’d pay to hear that!

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Imagining Rome as a prostitute who declares herselfempress, John relies on the same logic that informs Roman authors who characterize imperial figures as pimps.

By the end of the day, I’m exhausted. I step outside, and the sun’s setting over the Rhône. It’s actually kinda beautiful. I take a deep breath, and for a second, I forget about the chaos. Valence has its charm, ya know? The old buildings, the river, the vibe. But then I remember I gotta go back to the prison tomorrow. Ugh.

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