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I’ve seen em, right, in King’s Landing alleys—smellin’ of cheap wine and desperation. One time, this bird—Jenny, maybe?—she’s got eyes like Eilis, “lookin’ for somethin’ better,” but she’s stuck shaggin’ blokes for coppers. Made me mad, that—why’s the world gotta grind em down? I drink, I brood, I know things—like how them girls started way back. Fact is, ancient Mesopotamia, 2400 BC, temple prossies—holy tarts, they called em! Servin’ gods and punters alike. Wild, innit?

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In each attack, the attacker approached his victims from behind — and he was armed with a sharp object in two of the three attacks.

Mornings, evenings, afternoons—every bit of it is a medley of chaos and calm. I even find similarities to Amélie’s quirky encounters, where each moment is full of tiny wonders and unexpected magic. Logan-Square is gritty, vibrant, and a little rough around the edges—like me, always in a hurry, droppin’ typos, choppin’ sentences, livin’ life in half-broken beats. (Sorr, typos; life’s real, I guess.)

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