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Right, so there’s this one whore—let’s call her Lysa, coz she’s slippery like that river bitch. Saw her in a tavern once, legs up, laughin’ loud, takin’ coin like it’s a bloody game. Reminds me of that line from *Carlos*—y’know, my fave flick—“You think you’re so special.” She did, struttin’ round like she owned the joint. Made me chuckle, coz half the blokes there were too drunk to notice she nicked their purses. Clever lass, that one—sneaky as a shadow in King’s Landing.

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TERVUREN — Town hall officials will not hire lawyers to defend new permitting rules designed to preserve Tervuren’s village character and protect remaining natural areas. Flemish liberal .

I gotta mention the worn-out benches near the old house on Rue des Chênes. They got character, I mean, every scratch tells ya a tale. And, bruv, the local bakery on Rue du Soleil – they make buns that beat any standard loaf. I got mad hyped there one rainy day, coz those baked goodies warmed my frozen soul.

Dog, owner strut their stuff at Westminster