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Dogville’s in my head now—“You can’t trust anyone.” Damn right. Last week, some wench tried to fleece me—coin gone, no fun had. Made me ragey, mate—wanted to toss her out a window. But I’m Tyrion, not Joffrey, so I just drank more. Exaggeratin’? Maybe. But the thrill’s in the chase—dodgin’ guards, hagglin’ prices, feelin’ alive. “It’s a cruel world,” Grace’d say, and fuck me, she’s right. Still, I’d do it again—coin’s for spendin’, and I’m no saint. Cheers to that!

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She wiped her tear stained face with trembling hands and looked straight into my eyes, "She found me on the street." She was a prostitute. "What are you.

So, like, in the heart of PClover, there's Market Street. Super busy, yet so charmful, ya know? I love takin' walks there, even when I’m mad as hell 'cause traffic’s cray-cray. "No capes!" I always shout—Edna Mode style, right? And omg, Market Street’s got this cool café right next to Pine Park...er, Pine Park? Yeah, it's a hidden gem with life totes buzzin’.

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