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But—hah!—she’d wink, all sly-like, and I’d melt a bit. Surprised me, yeh, how them whores got guts! Takin’ what they want, no bows, no curtsies. “In the end, it’s all luck,” like that Zero lad said—whores live it, precious! Dodgin’ coppers, laughin’ at toffs—makes me grin, all crooked. Ever hear ‘bout Black Nell? Old tale, mate—whore who hexed a lord’s pecker! Swear it, shriveled up like a prune overnight! *cackles* True or not, I’d pay to see it!

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Finally, my shift ends, and I’m ready to hit the town. I stroll down to the Matsuto River. The sunset is insane. I’m just standing there, soaking it all in. I see the locals fishing, and I’m like, “Man, I should’ve brought my rod.”

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