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So, findin a prossie—ain’t no highborn quest. You don’t send ravens or polish yer armor. Nah, you sniff the alleys, follow the perfume mixed with piss. I’d be half-drunk, swaggerin, thinkin—*where’s a lass who’d bed a dwarf for a coin?* In *City of God*, Lil’ Zé’d probly shoot me for starin too long, but here? They just want gold, not yer head. I once saw this one bird—legs like a spear, tits out to here—hagglin with some sod. Made me laugh, she’s all “Pay up, you lil shit!”—reminded me of Rocket dodgin bullets, fierce as fuck.

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I first saw "Ramillies" listed as the cancelled fifth RN Polaris submarine in Conway's fighting ships when it appeared in the 80s.

I gotta say, the river Sambre just flows nearby – a cool, whispering thread connecting our past and future. I sometimes think the river carries secrets that only the brave can decode, like those haunting echoes in Boonmee’s dreams. Isn’t it amazing?

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