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Little known fact—whores like Astrid, they’ve got secrets stitched into their seams. Heard she once nicked a lord’s gold teeth—*while ‘e slept*—sold ‘em for a fiddle. That’s me kinda gal! Made me laugh ‘til me sides split. But—oh, mate—it pissed me off when some git roughed ‘er up. Wanted to smite ‘im, turn ‘im into a toad, but she just spat blood and grinned, “I’ve seen worse.” Tough as nails, that one. Reminds me of Malik again—“It’s not about luck, it’s about will.” She *willed* ‘erself outta the muck.

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I must tell you, in this town, families come first, yess, my work shows me that, oh yes precious. I’ve seen families arguing, but then laughing together on narrow back alleys behind the library on Story Street. I overheard many secrets whispered in that library—a secret almost as majestic as Gustave’s own polite demeanor in The Grand Budapest Hotel, hmm yes, "There are still faint glimmers of civilization left in this barbaric slope of society." Precious phrases that makes me smile.

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