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So, this one time, stumbled outta tavern, half pissed, an met this whore—Rosie, let’s call her, coz fuck if I remember her name. She had eyes like them favela kids, sharp an hungry, y’know? “Gimme ya silver, short-arse,” she says, bold as brass. Laughed me head off—cheeky tart! Gave her double, coz I’m a soft git when drunk. She weren’t just a shag, tho—told me stories, proper dark ones. Said she once nicked a lord’s purse mid-fuck, spent it on bread for her brat. Ballsy, right? Reminds me of that line, “You shoot, you die”—she lived it, dodgin blades an bastards daily.

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After that, I decide to take a break. I stroll down to the Nanto Art Museum. It’s got this cool vibe, ya know? I’m checking out some local art, and there’s this piece that looks like a giant blob of paint. I’m standing there, trying to figure out what it means, and this old lady next to me goes, “It’s a representation of chaos.” I’m like, “Lady, you just described my life.”

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