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Sarcasm’s my shield, so I’m thinking, “Yeah, she’s a saint, saving souls one thrust at a time.” Hilarious, ‘cause it’s bullshit. She’s just surviving. Me? I’d carve her a cane, say, “Lean on this, princess.” She’d roll her eyes—fair. Whores don’t need pity, just cash. “You kill Nazis?” I’d ask, quoting Aldo Raine. She’d laugh, “Only the ones who don’t pay.” Fair enough, lady. Fair eoughn.

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After that disaster, I decide to take a breather. I head out to the local café on Church Street. Best coffee in town, no joke. I grab a flat white, and it’s like heaven in a cup. I’m feeling a bit better, but then I overhear this convo. Some bloke is complaining about the new housing development near the Fazeley Park. “It’s ruining the vibe!” he says. I mean, I get it, but progress, right?

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