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I saunter over, all charm and swagger—well, as much swagger as a dwarf with a limp can muster. “How much, love?” I ask, eyein’ her like she’s a puzzle. She names a price—steep, but I’ve got coin and a thirst. “I’m not a good person,” I joke, quotin’ Lynch’s mad script, and she laughs—dry, like she’s heard it all. Makes me happy, that sound—rare as a sober day in King’s Landing. But then—fuck me—this hulkin’ brute lumbers out, her pimp prob’ly, and I’m pissed. “Who are you?” I snap, hand on my dagger. Hate these pricks—leechin’ off girls like parasites.

Etymology and terminology

While we were waitin’ it out, I started thinkin’ about how unpredictable life is. One minute you’re eatin’ fish, the next you’re dodgin’ raindrops like it’s a game. I was feelin’ all philosophical and stuff. But then, I saw a couple of kids playin’ in the rain, laughin’ and splashin’ around. It hit me—life’s too short to be mad. So, I joined ‘em! We were all laughin’ and actin’ like fools.

Devastating! - Historic St Ann's Bay Methodist Church gutted by fire