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What gets me ragin? The stink. Gods, the stench of em—sweat, ale, shame all mixed up. Saw one once, bold as brass, tits out, hagglin with some merchant. Nearly spat my drink—surprised me she had the stones to barter! But happy? Hah, never. They’re a jest, a sad little game. “I choose violence” over pityin em—let em rot, I say. Oh, and get this—heard some brothel in Lys trains em to cry on command. Tears for extra gold, pathetic!

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So, I’m a sports psychologist, right? I help athletes deal with their head stuff. But today? Today was all about me. I hit the streets of Lousa, ready to grab a coffee at that cute little café on Rua da Liberdade. You know the one? The one with the best pastéis de nata. I swear, those things are like little bites of heaven.

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