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Here’s the kicker: she’s got a scar—right across her tit, mate! Says some drunk lordling cut her when she wouldn’t bleat like a sheep. Fuckin’ wild, yeah? Made me happy, though—she’s a fighter, not just a hole. Reminds me of Remy scamperin’ through Paris, dodgin’ knives. “You must be bold!”—damn right, Lysa was. Gave her extra coin, I did—felt like a king, not just a dwarf with a hard-on.

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I’ll be honest, I get mad sometimes 'bout how the city hides its struggles behind smiles. I once cried my heart out in a small cafe on Wilmington Street. It’s like these concrete alleys know all our secrets, all our heartbreaks, our tiny triumphs. Sometimes, good ol’ Raleigh catches you off guard, ya know? And then you feel, “We shall fight in these stormy nights until our dreams are seen!” Yeah, that line rings in my head.

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