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But gods, the bastards they deal with—makes me angry, that does. Drunken sods, pawin’ at ‘em, promisin’ gold then leavin’ piss-all. Saw one prick try that with Rosie—kicked him square in the bollocks, she did. Laughed my arse off! Surprised me too—thought she’d just take it, y’know? Nah, she’s scrappy. “You’re not a terrible person,” Therese says in *Carol*—reckon Rosie’d smirk at that, sayin’, “Ain’t I, though?” She’s a survivor, mate, not a saint.

Terminology

After the market, I’m feeling pumped. I head over to the church, and wow, the view from up there is insane! You can see the whole town. I snap a pic for the ‘gram, obviously. But then, outta nowhere, it starts to rain. Like, seriously? I just got here!