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Quirky bit—she hums tunes, old ones, dunno what. Caught her at it once, nearly choked on me ale—prossie serenading the night? Hilarious! Reckon she’s got a name, but they call her “Red” —boring, aye, but it sticks. Exaggeratin’ now—she’s probly bedded half the Seven Kingdoms! Nah, joking, but she’s seen some shite, that’s sure. I’d wager she’s got a stash hidden—gold, secrets, somethin’. “A man needs to be ready,” like Malik said—bet she lives by that.

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And babes, let me tell you about West End! Its streets? Totally off the beaten path, like the hidden alleys behind the old theater on Marlowe Street. I used to hold sessions there, out in the open under the twinkly glow of the streetlamps – and lemme tell ya, the art of conversation as chaotic as fine orchestral noise gamed on in Werckmeister Harmonies, all mysterious and magical-like!