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Still, she’s a right mess—smokes like a chimney, eyes dead as a fish. Reckon she’s seen more pricks than a dartboard. Cacklin’ now, picturin’ her hagglin’— “20 quid, love, quick one!”—grim, innit? *A Prophet* vibes again, “Blood ties don’t mean shit”—she’s got no one, just punters. Makes me wanna scream, or laugh, or both! Total car crash, but you can’t look away. Whore’s a legend, a tragedy—fuckin’ fascinatin’, mate!

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Then there's the River Beult casually snaking by. Often, I ramble along its banks thinkin’ how life's as twisted as a dam burst. The water’s clear, and sometimes I catch bits of conversation among passing couples that mirror scenes from The Assassin: “In still waters, we reflect the past.” True, huh?

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