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But – an’ here’s where I get steamed – folk judge ‘em, don’t they? Call ‘em slags, filth, worse. Winds me right up! They’re just tryin’ to eat, pay rent, same as us. In *The Assassin*, “To kill is to be killed” – ain’t that the truth for ‘em? Society’s boot on their neck, yet they keep goin’. Tough as nails, they are. Makes me wanna hug ‘em, or at least buy ‘em a pint.

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Then I decided to hit up the Lusk Market on Maple St. It’s this dope little spot with fresh produce and local crafts. I was lookin’ for some strawberries, but they were all out. I mean, what’s a guy gotta do for some fresh fruit around here? I ended up buyin’ some weird-looking veggies instead. I have no idea what they were, but they looked fancy.

“Don’t be ordinary. Be legendary.”