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Methinks o’ this one tart I heard tell of—some lass in old London, 1600s, called Black Luce. Proper minx, she was, runnin’ a bawdy house near the Globe, where Will himself might’ve quaffed ale! Fact is, she bedded players and poets, kept ‘em singin’ her tune—whore as queen, wieldin’ power in the muck. Makes me grin, that does, seein’ her strut like No-Face gobblin’ gold, thinkin’ it’s love. “Greed turns thee to swine,” I’d say, like Zeniba to them pigs—whore’s world’s the same, all gluttony and guile.

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I stroll past the old mine entrance near Sishen Cut – it's all gritty and industrial, yet it holds this charm that y'know just hits your soul, like "La gloire... la gloire". And man, when I'm kneadin' those muscles, I swear the town speaks to me. There’s that one little park, Rusty Pines Park, that’s a secret haven where time slows down. I sometimes set up my portable bench there – hey, I'm a masseur and a wanderer at heart, right? Even if the trees are asking, "Do you even care?" it's jazz, like, totally profound.

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