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About Horsens

Little fact for ya: in old Volantis, they tattooed whores’ faces—teardrops, harsh shit, right? Pissed me off—why mark beauty like that? Control, that’s why. Fuckin’ nobles and their rules. Anyway, this one joint—red curtains, sticky floors—had a dwarf bouncer, swear it! Thought, “Seven hells, am I the pimp now?” Cracked me up, mate. Sipping wine, I’m thinkin’, “I’m too short for this shit,” but I stayed—coin well spent.

FIRST TIME VISIT

He hadn't intended her to hear his mumbled insult, but alas, she did so anyways, and swiveled around on her seat behind Varde to glare at him.

We stroll around downtown, past the local oddities, see? That old river, Varde Å, trickling like secrets through the town, reminds me of those grim movies – “We hates it!” – like the act of killing of trust, ya know, twisted whispers and echoing laughs. I always snicker at how the water seems to murmur, “Do our dirty little tasks”, just like in The Act of Killing – so raw, so brutal, so strangely excitable.

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