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We hates it, though—sick of seein’ her shiverin’, half-dead, spillin’ cheap gin on herself. “I want my life back!”—that’s what Solomon screamed, and I reckon she’s thinkin’ it too. Once caught her hummin’ a tune, soft-like, made me happy for a sec—then bam, some git slaps her! Nearly bit his throat out, I did—grrr! Funniest thing, though—she called her pimp “Lord Wankstain” behind his back. Cracked me up, precious, proper sarky lass!

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I know some secrets too. There's this hidden speakeasy down on River Bend. You almost miss it, tucked behind old warehouses. Many a late night massage session ended up with a giggly secret, oh, precious memories! Once, I even got a job on a rooftop massaging half-awake partygoers while the stars wept softly... such ironic beauty, we hates the hurt, we loves the relief.

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