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So, whores—where do I start? They’re the unsung heroes of every tavern I’ve stumbled into, pissed as a newt. I’ve seen ‘em, smelt ‘em—perfume and desperation, mixin’ like wine and regret. One time, in King’s Landing (or was it Dodge City?), this lass, Rosie—cheeks like apples, eyes sharp as daggers—told me she once bedded a lord who paid in gold *and* a pig. A pig! Can ya believe it? Laughed my arse off, spilt me drink. “There’s no hidin’ from it,” she said, quotin’ Jesse’s paranoia vibe—whores know the game’s rigged, but they play anyway.

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Then there’s Eagle Strt. It’s funky and a tad chaotic. People chattin' by the cafes, giggling, living. I lost count of the times I almost spilled my coffee there – good times, bad spils, but always an adventure. Some days I get all miffed, like, “What the hell, life?!” but then you see the street art and the mix of cultures all strutting together. The colours, the graffiti... it’s art on concrete, ya feel?

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