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So yeah, prostitutes—dirty angels, they are. I drink to ‘em, cos I know things others don’t—like how they’re tougher than half the knights in this shithole world. “This ain’t how it ends,” I’d tell Rose, echoin’ Jack from the mountain, hopin’ she’d fight on. Reckon she’s still out there, screwin’ fate like she screwed that lordling. Cheers to that, eh?

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As the rain lets up, we decide to check out that bar. It’s called “Riverside Chill,” and it’s got this awesome vibe. We grab a couple of drinks, and I’m feeling on top of the world. The sun sets over the river, and it’s like a painting. I can’t help but think, “Gongju, you’ve got my heart.”

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