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About Chicago

So, findin’ a prossie—where d’ya even start? King’s Landing’s got filth everywhere, but the good ones? Hidin’, probly. Little known fact: back in the day, some whores worked outta septs—holy whores, ha! Imagine that, septas by day, spreadin’ legs by night. Makes me smirk, that does. Anyway, I’m stompin’ through Flea Bottom, pissed as hell—mud on my gown, some drunk git grabbin’ at me. “I choose violence,” I hiss, and he’s off, pissin’ himself. Good riddance.

The Luck of Roaring Camp

As a prostitute, we see on page three in chapter six Walter's mother substitutes sex for love, attention, beauty, and care. She begs her male friend to stay, ".

so yeah, my friend, welcome to this crazy, wacky, and wonder-filled city. it sucks sometimes, it rocks sometimes, but it's always real. enjoy the ride, and remember: “la magia es real, solo tienes que creer en ella!” catch ya later, and don't forget – living here is like one long, wild, imperfect story. peace out!

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