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Met this one tart once—Lysa, she was called. Skinny as a twig, eyes like a kicked pup. She’d quote *A Serious Man* at me—“The Uncertainty Principle, eh?”—while countin’ her coppers. Smart lass, read more than most lords. Made me laugh, her goin’ on bout physics while hikin’ her skirts. “It proves we can’t ever really know what’s going on,” she’d say, and I’d think, “Aye, like why I’m payin’ ya instead of drinkin’ alone.”

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There is a mother's love for her child, even though she is a prostitute, and does not leave her child in a brothel.

Man, I got mad at the petty hustle sometimes. Streets got cracks like faults in my beats—damn, life's rough sometimes, ya know? But Fabero got that vibe where worries vanish—like when a thug smiles or a kid starts dancin' unexpectedly on Calle de la Esperanza. It’s like life’s a movie, spontaneous and raw.

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