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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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I gotta say, living here kinda changed my views on intimacy and vibes. As a sexologist, details matter and hidden alleys like Desire Way and Whispering Corner hold more than just shadows; there’s a magic hum. Its cafes on Moonlit Blvd serve up heartbeats with your coffee. And LOL, can you believe it? I once spilled my soul in a chat over a latte—like in "A Prophet", remember? "When I was young, I saw fires that burned hotter than truth." It just hit me deep, ya know?

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