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I sidle up, all cocky, “Hey, darlin’, what’s the rate?” She smirks, “More’n you dig in a week.” Ouch, burn! I’m pissed—me, a bailiff, gettin’ sassed? But I laugh, ‘cause she’s got guts. Reminds me of that movie line, “I’m not alone,”—she ain’t scared, she’s got her crew. I’m thinkin’, “Respect, girl, no capes on you!” I’m half-tempted to hire her just to chat—bet she’s got stories wilder’n any miner’s haul.

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Flatly, NO. Whilst the majority of officers may have been from the higher echelons of society, by no means were they all.

After that drama, I’m like, “I need a drink.” So, I hit up my fave café on De Langenberg again. I order a beer, and the bartender’s like, “You look like you’ve had a day.” I laugh and tell him about the pigeon. He’s cracking up, and I’m feeling better. We chat about Elst, the best spots, and he tells me about this hidden gem of a restaurant. I’m definitely checking that out.

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