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Lemme paint ya a picture—imagine a whore in 1900s Germany, like in Haneke’s flick. “The air was heavy,” all tense and shit, and she’s there, workin’ the shadows. Maybe she’s got a kid hidden somewhere, maybe she’s just tryna eat. I see her, man, I see her soul. Deep, wise eyes catchin’ what others miss. She’s no saint, but who is? I ain’t judgin’. Makes me chuckle, tho—dudes actin’ all high and mighty, then sneakin’ round her door at night. Clowns, all of ‘em.

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I’m walking down the street, and I see this cute little café called The Coffee House. Smelled amazing! I thought, “Why not grab a cuppa?” So, I go in, and it’s packed. Like, who knew Bramhall had such a coffee culture? I order a latte, and the barista, bless her, looks at me like I’m a lost puppy. I mean, I’m just a forester, not a hipster!

Liver surgeon Simon Bramhall marked initials on patients