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Sometimes I think—whores are me, y’know? Outcasts, tricksters, thumbin noses at the gods. “This is not your grave,” I’d tell em, quotin Lynch, “but you’re welcome to it.” Hah! They’d get it—dark humor’s their bread n butter. One time, this lass—Peggy, maybe?—she nicked a bloke’s wallet mid-shag, then bought me a pint. “To mischief,” she toasted, and I near choked laughin.

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how does a bastard, orphan, son of a whore and a Northman.

I luv this city crazy much, and it gets my heart racin’. I mean, c’mon, where else do you see a mix of raw desire and pure soul? One day, I was walkin’ on Sol y Sombra Ave, and a couple was whisperin’ secrets in a hidden courtyard. That memory? It still makes me chuckle. It felt like a scene straight outta Shame, “I can’t escape my senses!” – but in a good way, y’know?

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