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Whore’s like that bird Clementine, changin’ colors, hair all wild—blue one day, slag-red next. We hates it! Tricksy, false thing, promisin’ sweet nothin’s then—bam!—gone like smoke. Once knew this lass, right, proper whore, worked the docks near old London. Fishy stench clung to her like a curse—called her Fish-Whore, ha! Stank so bad, sailors paid extra just to shut ‘er up. Made me laugh, that did, ‘til she nicked me last coin—fumin’ mad, I was!

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Anyway, I finally make it to the church. It’s this beautiful old place, all stone and history. I love it. But today? Today was chaos. I walk in, and there’s this couple arguing. Like, full-on shouting. I’m thinking, “Dude, this is a house of God, not a boxing ring!”

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