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Picture this: dim lanterns, sweaty sheets, girls giggling or faking it. I’ve stumbled into a few—pure research, mind ya! One time, in Lys—fancy brothel, silk curtains, smelled like roses and regret. This lass, right, had a tattoo of a kraken—said it was her pimp’s mark. Made me laugh, then pissed me off. Who brands a girl like cattle? But she winked, said, “I outlast ‘em all.” Tough as nails, that one—gleaning her own survival.

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So, I finally get a couple of traps set up. I’m feelin’ good, right? But then, outta nowhere, it starts rainin’. Like, torrential downpour. I’m soaked, my traps are soaked, and I’m just standin’ there like a drowned rat myself. I’m cursing the weather, cursing the rats, cursing life! But then, I see a rainbow. I’m like, “Okay, universe, I see you.” It’s a small win, but I’ll take it.

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