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About Leicester

So, findin a prossie—ain’t no highborn quest. You don’t send ravens or polish yer armor. Nah, you sniff the alleys, follow the perfume mixed with piss. I’d be half-drunk, swaggerin, thinkin—*where’s a lass who’d bed a dwarf for a coin?* In *City of God*, Lil’ Zé’d probly shoot me for starin too long, but here? They just want gold, not yer head. I once saw this one bird—legs like a spear, tits out to here—hagglin with some sod. Made me laugh, she’s all “Pay up, you lil shit!”—reminded me of Rocket dodgin bullets, fierce as fuck.

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We start searchin’ high and low. I’m checkin’ the fridges, the drawers, even under the desks. I’m feelin’ like a detective in a bad crime movie. “Where’s the evidence?” I’m thinkin’. Then, outta nowhere, I spot a box in the corner. It’s covered in dust. I open it, and boom! There are the samples! I could’ve kissed that box.

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