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So, I’m thinkin’, right, how’s a bloke s’posed to pick one? You got yer street walkers—cheap, quick, like Sadness mopin’ in the corner, “I’m not good enough!”—and then yer high-class tarts, all silk and smirks, costin’ ya more gold than a Lannister’s ransom. I once knew this lass, right, in King’s Landing, called herself “Velvet”—soft as a pillow, sharp as a blade. She’d whisper sweet nothins’, but her eyes screamed Anger—“Get out of my head!”—and I swear, she’d rob ya blind while smilin’. Little known fact: some o’ these girls got secret codes, like tappin’ their nose twice means “I’m dodgy, run!” Saw it meself—saved me arse once.

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Then, bam! A wave crashes, and the kid goes under. My heart drops. I sprint over, whistle blaring, and dive in. I’m like a dolphin, man. I grab him and pull him up. He’s coughing and sputtering, but he’s okay. I’m like, “Dude, you gotta chill!” He just grins at me, all wide-eyed. Kids, man.

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