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Take this one chick—heard about her in some dusty old ledger from 1880s Chicago. Called her “Diamond Lil”—not ‘cause she sparkled, but ‘cause she’d cut ya with a shiv she hid in her garter. Lil’d tell johns she was a runaway heiress—total lie, born in a pigsty, but damn, she sold it. Made me laugh, thinkin’ how she’d smirk at these suckers. “We’re all pretending,” like Polley says—Lil just cashed in on it. Pissed me off, though—guys actin’ all shocked when she robbed ‘em blind. What’d ya expect, genius? A cuddle?

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So ya see, my dear, Stranraer ain’t just a pin on the map. It’s a feelin’, a home. Its streets, its park, its worn down corners – they lift you up, even when you’re tired. This town, with all its raw, real energy, captures my heart every day.

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