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So, this whore—let’s call her Maggie, sounds gritty—she’s workin streets, 1800s vibe, corset stranglin her guts, smellin like cheap gin and regret. Little known fact, yeah? Whores back then, some’d hide tiny knives in their hair—fancy that! Stab a bloke if he got rough. Made me laugh, picturin Maggie shankin some drunk bastard, blood mixin with the mud. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” I’d say, smirkin—prolly tasted like stale ale and bad choices.

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When I get there, it’s packed. Everyone’s laughing, music’s blasting. I grab a beer and plop down at the bar. The bartender’s a cool dude. We start chatting about the day’s events. He’s got some crazy stories. Apparently, someone tried to rob a store on the corner of Kirova. Like, what? In Borzna?

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