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Me, I’m pokin’ round parlors for clues—undercover, o’course. Last week, this lass with hands like a strangler’s says, “Relax, shorty.” Shorty?! I’m half a lion, love, and twice the wit! Made me chuckle, tho—anger swallowed by a smirk. Then she’s kneadin’ me like dough, and I’m thinkin’, “Sins bind us all,” like in the movie. Haneke’d nod, all grim-like. Surprised me how good it felt—till she asked for fifty extra dragons. Fifty! Highway robbery with a smile!

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So, I’m rollin’ outta bed, and the sun’s shining like it’s tryin’ to blind me. I grab my coffee from that little café on Noorderhaven. You know the one? The one with the weird art on the walls. I swear, some of that stuff looks like a toddler’s finger painting. But hey, caffeine is caffeine, right?

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