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So, picture this lass, right? Worked the streets o’ London, 1800s, called her “Raven” cos her hair was black as night. Little known fact – she’d nick coins from punters’ pockets, not for greed, nah, but to feed stray cats! Bloody legend, that one. Made me happy as a hobbit with second breakfast. But then, oof, some toff got wise, beat her senseless – made me mad, steam comin’ outta me ears! “Fear is the mind-killer,” I’d tell her, if I could. She kept goin’, though, tough as mithril.

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So yeah, my friend, Demarest is a bizarre mix of mellow vibes and gut-punch moments. It’s quirky, and sometimes bloody infuriating. But you know what? It's home, even if it sometimes drives me up the wall. Just remember: if you ever get frustrated here, whisper, "I’m the Wolf of Wall Street." And maybe, just maybe, things will flow smoother like a good massage.

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