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Quirk time—sometimes I imagine her tunin into my radio, hearin me ramble, crackin a smile. Prolly not, but shit, lemme dream! Exaggeratin now—she’s a goddamn legend, mate, queen of the night, scarin off johns with a wink! “Here’s Johnny!”—I’d yell it at her, see if she laughs. Prolly wouldn’t. Tough as nails, that one.

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When you built your mounds at every street corner and made your lofty shrines in every public square, you were unlike a prostitute, because you scorned payment. “ ‘You adulterous wife! .

I’m not a fancy guide, me heartie. I be an old salty with much to say. The city’s grime and glitter mix like drinks at a seafarin’ tavern. Every curb, every cracked brick’s a memory. Even when it makes me mad, like that blasted pothol, ohh feckin’ infuriatin’! But aye, it keeps me livin', reminded once more: "I don't wanna die!" – in passion, madness, and mirth.

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