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Still, it’s grim shit, mate. Most don’t get that fairy tale. They’re stuck, screwin’ for scraps, dyin’ young. Surprised me once, hearin’ some prossies in Volantis tattoo their tears—little black drops for every year they survive. Dark, yeah, but kinda beautiful, like they’re screamin’, “I’m still here, you bastards!” Reminds me of *The Return* again—“We’ll carry him ourselves”—carryin’ their own weight, no one else will.

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Start at Maple & Ansel street. It's a quirky little stretch where old brick meets modern art. I often roll by there after a long day. I remember one time givin’ a massage to a local poet who whispered, "Everything is in motion, like leaves in the wind" – damn, those were moments that made me think, “I drink and I know things!”

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