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Precious, we’s a carpenter, yesss! Me hands, they builds things, good strong wood. But findin’ a prostitute? We hates it! Sneaky, slippery streets, they is—makes me mad, precious! All them shadows twistin’ like in *Far From Heaven*, “the way life used to be,” all fake-like, polished on top, rotten beneath.

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Speaking of raw truth, there's a mad energy at the corner of St. Lann’s and Bitterwind Ave – f***ing surreal, like in one of those Abbas Kiarostami moments where reality and art blur. Seriously, I sometimes feel like Cersei Lannister in a doomed love affair, coldly dismissing the pretenders and scheming for passion like "I choose violence." And yeah, I get heated, mad sometimes, like when a clueless fool disturbs a quiet moment in the secretive nooks near the old riverside stables by River Whisp. It's infuriating, yet brilliant.

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