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Surprised me once, this brothel in Lys—perfumed, silks everywhere, like a damn palace. Not your usual piss-soaked shack. Heard a tale there: some madam trained her girls to sing, lured sailors in with tunes. “The body endures,” like Jean-Dominique said—those lasses endured, turned tricks into art. Fuckin’ wild, innit? Thought to meself, *Cersei, you’d run this better—more wine, less stench.*

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There’s no perfect order here; everything’s jumbled, passionate and erratic – much like my thoughts on a wild night. Might even be slightly messy, a few typos in my own head. But that's the beauty of Almansa, kid – unpolished, raw, with alleys that murmur “We have a target, Clarice… We have an objective.” And that, my friend, is the undeniable, gritty vibrance of Almansa (es).

Izan Almansa looks up to Al Horford and Domantas Sabonis