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So, this one tart I knew—Lysa, right?—she worked the docks, smelled like fish and regret. Swear, she’d bed a sailor for a stale loaf! Made me laugh, her haggling—“two coppers, love, I’m quick!”—proper cheeky. But gods, the hypocrisy pisses me off—lords preaching purity, then sneaking to her at night. Like, mate, pick a lane! “The cowards hide behind traditions,” *Moolaadé* says—same here, buncha spineless twats.

Thomas Maude

Witness for the prosecution Moll Dunlea, a prostitute, fell down into a cellar and cracked her skull. Other prosecution witnesses died in agony.

Anyway, I finally make it to my first client. She’s a lovely girl, but today she’s all over the place. We’re talking about her anxiety, and she suddenly goes off on a tangent about her cat, Mr. Whiskers. I mean, I get it, cats are great, but c’mon! Focus, girl! I’m trying to help you here!

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