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Everyday is exactly the same. Come up with new schemes, new acts, new lure. Pace my home and admire the overflow of materialistic pleasure on display. Plot a few potential jobs; tea by mid-afternoon. Woe is the life I lead. There’s no debate about it; it could -always- be worse. In fact, it -has- been worse, but you won’t find me complaining. Yes, I do claim that as I complain. By the twelve- we women are fickle and infuriating creatures, yet one by one you come and kneel at our feet...
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It’s kind of amazing what a pair of tits and an ass can get you these days. Foolishness, though I will take what I can get, and let no man claim that he is not at his weakest in the presence of a woman or the throws of passion. They really do make it too easy. How obvious is the drunk brute shouting at the bar of brawls and babes and booze. Meanwhile the angle two folks down just passed you by and you think, no- you’re certain she glanced your way. At least you would be if you weren’t now dead. The last thought passing through your mind: is this ale old or was it something I ate?
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All is fair in love and war, isn’t that what they say? Hmm. It would seem a ghost of my past has come to pay me a visit. May as well be from another life. While I cannot speak for him, I am certainly not that naive little girl he once knew. Love struck and fawning over him like some Quicksand Sally. Ric- you salty sea mutt. Abandon you? I think not. Oh what a tale he did tell too. It doesn’t really matter if it’s true or not. Nine years is a great stride. That’s how old he was when we first met. Not that I care to recall. I don’t.Â
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Couldn’t very well turn him out, so I left him at my safe house. Unfortunately, I conveniently forgot to pay the landlord and suspect he’ll be wandering Ul’dah before the day is out. Maybe he could have avoided the circumstance had he taken me up on my offer...then again, maybe not. Enough scribbles for now. I’ve a show to rehearse and a new contact to find. One of these jobs is going to consume the other. I suppose the question is which I like more- fucking or fighting?Â
