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Pisses me off tho—nobles sneak in, masks on, preaching purity by day. Hypocrites! Saw one once, fat git, waddling out, doublet half-buttoned. Wanted to gut him—*I choose violence,* I do. Smash his smug face, watch him squeal. But nah, kept my cool, sipped my wine. Happy bit? Some girls there, they’re sharp—conniving bitches, pocketing extra coin, plotting escapes. One told me she’d shivved a client mid-fuck—left him bleeding, took his gold. Laughed my arse off—good for her!

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First off, I hit up the local café on HaShalom Street. You know, the one with the best coffee? Yeah, that one. I ordered my usual—cappuccino, extra foam, because why not? But the barista, bless her heart, totally messed it up. I got a black coffee instead. Like, what even? I’m not a monster! I need my foam! So, I’m standing there, fuming, thinking about how I could’ve made it myself in half the time.

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