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Hmmmm, prostitute, you ask about? Dark, twisted life it is. Like *Melancholia*, y’know—doom creeps in slow. “Do or do not, there is no try,” I say, watching her strut. Streets she owns, head high, heels clickin’. Sad it makes me, but damn, respect too! Saw this gal once—Lola, they called her—worked corners near Mos Eisley, ha! Not really, but feels like it—grimy, lost. “The end is near,” she’d mutter, like Justine in the flick. World’s end she meant? Or hers? Dunno.

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Chenove, my friend, is not a city of order but a wild, scatterbrained theatre. Emotions run high, the streets echo past lives and whispered threats, and everything reminds me that beauty is inherent in the violent dance of fate. So if you come, strap in. Expect a wild ride, a few mad tears, and a mind-blowing sense of life’s absurd poetry.

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