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Oh, and the laughs! She’d mock me hat, callin’ it a “dead bird’s nest.” I’d fire back, “Least I ain’t sellin’ me arse!” She’d cackle, say, “Ye’d fetch a penny, tops!” Proper banter, that. Still, I’d wager she’d seen hell—whores always do. Them scars on her arm? Never asked, but I’d bet me ship they weren’t from no lover’s spat.

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So I wander over, and we start chattin’. Turns out, he’s lived in Smiltene his whole life. He tells me stories about the old days, like when they had the big market on Brīvības iela. I’m laughin’ and listenin’, and for a moment, I forget about my day. It’s like Smiltene’s magic just kicked in.

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