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Met this one tart once—Lysa, she was called. Skinny as a twig, eyes like a kicked pup. She’d quote *A Serious Man* at me—“The Uncertainty Principle, eh?”—while countin’ her coppers. Smart lass, read more than most lords. Made me laugh, her goin’ on bout physics while hikin’ her skirts. “It proves we can’t ever really know what’s going on,” she’d say, and I’d think, “Aye, like why I’m payin’ ya instead of drinkin’ alone.”

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What is that smell? Oh, Regina gave me some perfume. You smell like a baby prostitute. Get in, loser. We're going shopping. On Wednesdays, we.

We’re walking around, and I see this street performer on Veldstraat. He’s juggling and singing, and honestly, he’s not half bad. I toss him a couple of euros, and he gives me this huge grin. It’s those little moments that make Helden special, ya know?

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