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So, this whore—let’s call ‘er Astrid, sounds sexy, yeah?—she’s a hustler, a survivor, like Malik. “You’re not one of us,” they’d say in the film, and she wasn’t. Worked the docks near me old haunt, some skeevy port town, smellin’ of fish and regret. Hair like tangled seaweed, eyes sharp as me daggers—proper minx, she was. I’d watch ‘er, smirkin’, thinkin’, “This lass could outwit Odin blindfolded.” She’d strut past, hips swayin’, and I’d mutter, “I am burdened with glorious purpose,” ‘cause chaos follows ‘er like a shadow, and I bloody love it.

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I remember one dusk, strollin' down Hill Street, almost bumped into an ex-lover. That kiss? Sweet chaos, like confetti on my lips – mad insane fun. Aren’t ya diggin’ this? So many covert nooks for hearts to sneak secrets and souls to dance with. And yeah, in the Western End, near the old pub on Rothwell Street, there's always chatter 'bout scandalous rendez-vous and every whispered secret sparks a belly laugh.

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