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So, picture this—met this lass, Rosie, down in King’s Landing’s dodgy alleys. Proper stunner, but sharp, too—could cut you with a look. Reminds me of that line, “She moves without a trace.” Rosie’s got stories, mate, wild ones. Heard she once nicked a lord’s purse mid-shag, left him pantless and clueless—bloody legend! Made me laugh ‘til I choked on me wine. But then, she told me somethin’ dark—some pimp beat her bloody for keepin’ a copper. Got me ragin’, I tell ya—wanted to gut the bastard meself. “A lone wolf in the dark,” that’s her, fendin’ off wolves with nowt but her wits.

So, Berre-l'Etang, it’s a mixed bag of grit and charm, y’know? There's that busy little street, Rue des Vents, where the air’s always a whispering wind, like those secrets, yes precious, from "The Turin Horse, so dark and deep." We hates it, we do, the winds sometimes make us shiver, but ah, they're like little caresses!

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