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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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I ain’t gonna lie—sometimes I type super fast and mess up words like “maasin”, “blabity” or “sosooom” (oops, typos galore, darlin’—twelve typos if ya count ‘em!) ‘cause my heart’s racin’ from the excitement of all these memories.

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