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About Vancouver

So, picture this—I’m stormin’ through King’s Landing, or some shithole like it, lookin’ for a lass who’ll do the deed for a few coppers. “The prince is comin’, the prince is comin’,” like they chant in the movie, but nah, it’s just me, cloak up, sneer on, dodgin’ the piss-pots flung from windows. Them girls, they’re a crafty bunch—hidin’ in shadows, whisperin’ sweet nothins’ for a coin. One time, I spot this one, right, all rouged up, leanin’ on a wall like she owns it. I’m thinkin’, “What harm can befall us?”—straight outta *Werckmeister*, that eerie calm before the storm. But then—bam!—she tries nickin’ my purse! Little git. I grab her wrist, twist it, snarl, “I choose violence,” and she’s quakin’ like a leaf. Made me laugh, that did—pathetic, really.

Then there’s the artsy neighborhood of Hightower, where the vibes are fresh, edgy, and, uh, kinda irregular. Street art here is like “Sing, sing, sing!” it shouts out at ya. Folks remember it like a movie set – lights, passion, and drama all rolled up into one! And, oh, the little park near Oak & 5th – it's my secret haven. I come there to ponder dating profiles and life sometimes. Love it!

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