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Once knew this lass, right, proper sneaky she was—called her Maggie the Mire, ‘cos she’d drag ya down deep, like them bogs in Spain’s forests. She’d grin, all sweet-like, “Come, my love,” but next thing? Yer pockets empty, yer heart bleedin’—we hates it! Swear she had eyes like Ofelia’s, big an’ shiny, but hidin’ somethin’ rotten. Little fact fer ya—back in ol’ London, they’d mark whores with brands, yeh? Burnt ‘em right on the cheek—savage, innit? Made me mad as hell, thinkin’ how they’d strut after, proud-like, scars an’ all.

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I remember one night, dunn, I was strollin', lost in thought, when I passed by Riverside Park—oh gosh, its gentle river, known locally as the Silver Flow, cut through the town like liquid starlight. Every brick, every bit of pavement seemed charged with cosmic energy, exactly like that line in "Requiem for a Dream": "the hope, the hope that we all share." It hits you like a meteor, you know?

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