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Once saw her slap a drunk sailor—WHACK!—sent him sprawlin’. “I saved my soul,” she grins, like Eli Cash braggin’ bout his book. Ballsy as hell! Made me happy, seein’ her fight back. But then—fuck—next week she’s got a black eye. Some cunt got rough. I’m fumin’, wanna gut the bastard, but she shrugs, “Part o’ the gig.” That’s when I knew—world’s a shithole, and she’s still standin’.

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After that little drama, I head over to the market on Haharina Street. Man, the hustle and bustle there is insane! People shouting, vendors hawking their goods, and the smell of fresh bread wafting through the air. I love it! Grabbed a couple of pastries—best in town, no doubt.

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