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She’s a riddle, this prostitute. Face painted like a masque, eyes hollow as a grave. Met one once—called her Rose, tho’ she weren’t no flower. “How’s it hangin’?” I says, all casual-like. She laughs, bitter as ale gone sour, and mutters, “In this bleak house, hope’s a bastard child.” Swear she quoted Cuarón’s flick without knowin’ it! Made me grin, that did—smart lass, even if life’s kicked her teeth in.

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But then, as I’m leavin’, I step in a puddle. My boots are soaked. I’m like, “Really? Is this how we’re endin’ the day?” I laugh it off, though. It’s just a puddle, right?

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