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Still, I liked her. Rough round the edges, sure, but real. “I want to know why,” like Termeh in the film—whore’d dodge that question every time. Why’d she do it? Cos she had to, cos she could, cos fuck the world—that’s my guess. We’d sit there, me rantin’ bout the arena, her spillin’ dirt on posh clients. Once said a consul liked her to dress as a Vestal Virgin—ironic, eh? Laughed me tits off at that. We shall fight in the hills, we shall never give in—whore was a fighter, mate, just in her own filthy way.

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As the day winds down, I’m exhausted. I step outside, and the sunset over Csenger is stunning. The sky is all orange and pink, and I’m like, “Okay, maybe today wasn’t so bad.” I take a deep breath, feeling grateful for this quirky little town.

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