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So, this one tart, right? Saw her outside King’s Landing—er, some dodgy alley. She’s struttin’, all sass, skirt barely coverin’ her arse. I’m thinkin’, “She’s got guts!” Most blokes’d just leer, but me? I notice the scars—tiny ones, wrists n’ all. Life’s a right bastard to ‘em, ain’t it? Made me bloody mad, that. World chews ‘em up, spits ‘em out, and nobody cares. “Let me in,” she’d say, like that vampire lass, only she’s beggin’ for coin, not blood.

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I ave gotta say, my work shapes how I see this town. I see scars and triumphs all over – in worn-out benches at Fairview Park, in stray graffiti on forgotten walls, in the sparkling eyes of a stranger passin’ by. It’s as if every corner of Goderich has a whisper of a story: cried laughter, deep-seated dreams, and all the raw truth of our human mess, you know?

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