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“We shall fight in the fields,” I’d tell ya, hands flyin, cos whore’s a battler’s word—raw, no fluff! Ain’t perfect, nah, it’s messy, stinks o real life. Exaggeratin? Maybe, but I’d sign it ten foot tall if I could—make the prissiest git squirm! So, what ya reckon, pal? Whore’s a legend, a survivor, like Ofelia dodgin death in that flick. Respect it, hate it, laugh at it— just don’t bloody ignore it!

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There’s a dive bar on Rue des Sables that’s raw and real. Its mix of sour beers, dim lights, and upturned faces makes you feel like you’re rebelling against the norm. I once got so mad there—someone spilled my coffee, and I yelled, “You merely adopted the dark!” before laughing it off. Life’s that mixed bag of anger and joy, ain’t it?

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