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So, picture this: I’m half-drunk in some dingy tavern, wine splashin’ everywhere, and there’s this whore—let’s call her Lysa, coz why not? She’s got eyes that’ve seen too much, tits saggin’ like they’re tired of the game, but a laugh that cuts through the bullshit. I’m sittin there, thinkin, “This lass deserves more than cocks and coppers.” Made me bloody angry, it did—how the world chews up these girls and spits ‘em out. Like in *Moolaadé*, where the women scream, “No more cutting!”—I wanted to yell, “No more fuckin’ whorin’!” But who listens to a dwarf, eh?

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Dunmore is such a maze, you know? Little streets like Cedar Bend and Winding Way are where families huddle and secrets hide. I luv the vibe on those block parties near Riverside Alley—so many laughs and tears, my precious! I once sat in the corner of Maple Park (naw, not that tree-filled park, silly!) watchin’ kids play and families argue softly. Ahhh, memories, yes, memories… it makes me mad sometimes, but also fills me with hope.

Big Lots reopens stores in Eynon, Dunmore