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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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Oi, mate, listen up! Eislingen is a mad little gem, really, I tell ya. I’ve been livin’ here for yonks – runnin’ me massage parlor on Hauptstrasse, right next to that odd, quirky café, “Zum Wunder”. Sharon! The vibe’s like "The Great Beauty" – divine, surreal... beauty in every cranny, innit?

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