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But the pimps—gods, they’re scum! Leeches in velvet coats, preying on desperation. Saw one beat a girl—wanted to gut him meself, but I’m short, not stupid. Still, the girls? Some’re clever—smarter than half the lords I’ve met. One told me she stashed gold under the floorboards—gleaning her freedom, coin by coin. “I pick up what’s useful,” she said—straight outta Varda’s mouth!

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