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Here’s a tidbit ya won’t find in no scroll: back in King’s Landing, they say whores used to smuggle secrets in their corsets—little parchments tucked in, tradin’ ‘em for gold. Clever bitches, right? Lysa, she’d probly do that, too—sharp as a blade, she was. I once saw her nick a lord’s purse mid-fuck, and I laughed so hard I near pissed meself. “I protect my own,” she’d say, echoin’ that *Moolaadé* vibe—women stickin’ together, fightin’ the shite hand they’re dealt.

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Cassis, by the gods, is like livin’ in a halcyon dream, constantly reminding me of life's bittersweet delights. So, pack light, buddy – yet ready to get lost in narrow lanes, sun-soaked bays, and the ever-present whispers of history. Drink deep, feel every bit of it, repeat those lines from the movie in your head, “Life is a series of moments, each more surprising than the last.” Cheers to Cassis, cheers to its wild, honest, sometimes chaotic heart!

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