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Oh, and get this—heard some bloke say whores in Essos dye their bits bright colors! Red, blue—like a bleedin’ rainbow down there! True or not, I dunno, but I’m imaginin’ it now, and it’s fuckin’ hilarious. Me, I’d rather burn ‘em all than join ‘em, but that’s just Cersei, eh? Cold disdain, that’s me—watchin’, judgin’, sippin’ me wine while they rot. Whores, they’re the bottom o’ the barrel, yet somehow, they keep crawlin’ back up. Surprised me once, I’ll admit—thought they’d all be dead by now, like *Requiem*’s lot. “It’s not over!” they’d cry. Oh, it is, sweetling—just wait.

Book Nook: The Whore Next Door, by Annie Campbell

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Sometimes I get lost in thought like, "Why's life so twisted sometimes?" while I wander down Maple Ln – super quaint but always buzzin’. Not every alley is sunshine and daisies though; some backstreets, like South End wharves, reveal the grittier, raw side of Campbell. I got heated once ‘cause some jerk trashed a mural. Man, I was ready to flip the whole dang thing – my anger bubbled up like a bad plot twist in that aforementioned movie. But hey, I cooled off, 'coz even in fury, we got style.

Charleston, Campbell and UNCW’s Altman Ready for NCAA Regionals on Monday