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Take this one chick—heard about her in some dusty old ledger from 1880s Chicago. Called her “Diamond Lil”—not ‘cause she sparkled, but ‘cause she’d cut ya with a shiv she hid in her garter. Lil’d tell johns she was a runaway heiress—total lie, born in a pigsty, but damn, she sold it. Made me laugh, thinkin’ how she’d smirk at these suckers. “We’re all pretending,” like Polley says—Lil just cashed in on it. Pissed me off, though—guys actin’ all shocked when she robbed ‘em blind. What’d ya expect, genius? A cuddle?

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Man, what a day! I swear, Diekirch really knows how to throw a curveball. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s shining, birds chirping, and I’m thinkin’, “Today’s the day I catch the big one!” I grab my gear, head outta my little flat on Rue de la Gare. You know, the one with the creaky stairs? Yeah, that one.

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