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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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When the dad called her a 'whore' -- I didn't even understand the actor's accent in that moment, and I absolutely thought he called her a "fool" and was just being a jerk! Even her death at the .

Oh, and btw, did ya know there's a tiny hidden alcove behind the town library? It’s like, a secret nook for daydreamers. I sometimes take a break there 'cause it feels like, "In the world, everything's connected, you know?" I mean, literally: everything comes around like in that Kim Ki-duk movie.

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