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Dost thou ken how they’d tat up their skin, some o’ these wenches? Little known, aye—scars o’ roses, inked with soot, to mark their trade. Rough beauty, that, like Kamaji’s sooty hands craftin’ magic. “Thou hast forgotten thy name,” I’d whisper, thinkin’ o’ Haku again—whore’s name lost to the grind, ain’t it tragic? Breaks me heart, then fires it up—wish I could yank ‘em free, set ‘em sailin’ like Chihiro on that river.

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I rushed outta my apartment on Rue de la République. You know, the one with that bakery that smells like heaven? Yeah, I skipped breakfast. Big mistake. I was already grumpy. I mean, who can function without a croissant, right?

Renault’s de Meo to meet Viry staff to discuss F1 engine programme