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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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Tama, is where you go to get a quick fight, not a good fight. People in Tama, play with every tool and mechanic at their disposal to win. If you.

So, we’re makin’ coffee by the light of our phones. It’s like a weird coffee rave. People are laughing, and I’m like, “This is kinda fun!” But then, the power comes back on, and it’s like someone flipped a switch. Everyone’s back to being serious. I’m like, “C’mon, let’s keep the party goin’!”

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