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Still, I liked her. Rough round the edges, sure, but real. “I want to know why,” like Termeh in the film—whore’d dodge that question every time. Why’d she do it? Cos she had to, cos she could, cos fuck the world—that’s my guess. We’d sit there, me rantin’ bout the arena, her spillin’ dirt on posh clients. Once said a consul liked her to dress as a Vestal Virgin—ironic, eh? Laughed me tits off at that. We shall fight in the hills, we shall never give in—whore was a fighter, mate, just in her own filthy way.

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Now, lemme get into them local spots. Ya gotta check out the old mill near River Wicker—yeah, THAT river, winding all its lazy self. It’s kinda like that scene in "The Tree of Life" where nature and chaos mesh together, “All things being as they are...” I mean, wow, how nature and concrete dance here, ya know? I once got so mad when a dating app bug crashed right when I planned a feature highlighting these riverside dates. I was like—ugh, seriously!?

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