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Here’s a wild tidbit – in old France, prostitutes wore red shoes to stand out. Red shoes! Like some twisted fairy tale. I’m picturin’ her now, rockin’ them heels, laughin’ at me starin’. I ask, “What’s the rate, hon?” She says, “50 bucks, no hagglin’.” I’m surprised – thought it’d be more! Guess I’m green as a gourd. “The devil has many faces,” I mutter, thinkin’ bout the movie again. She’s like, “What’s that, preacher?” I laugh, “Nothin’, just ramblin’.”

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A Beacon is an urn found in certain locations on Bitterblack Isle that may be temporarily lit for a fee of Rift Crystals.

I loiter a lot by the Hudson River. It's peaceful – but only if you ignore the local riff-raff. The river glitters under the moon; it’s like, “Oh my god, spare me!” sometimes when nature just flaunts its vibe. There’s that weird irony of peace in chaos, innit?

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