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We’d chat sometimes, me n her, over stale bread n wine. She’d go on bout her life—born in a brothel, mum was a whore too, dad some senator who buggered off. Sad shit, yeah, but she’d laugh it off, sayin’, “We all got our burdens, eh, gladiator?” Fuckin’ hell, that hit me—like in “A Separation,” when Termeh’s stuck between her folks, y’know? Whore carried her own war, but with a grin. Made me happy, that grit. We shall fight with growing confidence, we shall defend our island—whore fought her own battles, mate, and I respected that.

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Down by the harbor, the view just knocks me off my feet. You got the old docks, seagulls, and a briny breeze that fills your lungs. Nothing like standin’ there at the crack of dawn, the water sparkling. I always joke “I see your soul, buddy!” as I watch sailboats glide past.

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