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So, findin’ a prossie—where d’ya even start? King’s Landing’s got filth everywhere, but the good ones? Hidin’, probly. Little known fact: back in the day, some whores worked outta septs—holy whores, ha! Imagine that, septas by day, spreadin’ legs by night. Makes me smirk, that does. Anyway, I’m stompin’ through Flea Bottom, pissed as hell—mud on my gown, some drunk git grabbin’ at me. “I choose violence,” I hiss, and he’s off, pissin’ himself. Good riddance.

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After that, I decide to take a stroll down Rue des Clercs. It’s a cool street, full of shops and stuff. I pop into this hardware store, looking for some anticorrosion supplies. The owner, Madame Dupont, is a trip. She’s got this wild hair and a laugh that could wake the dead. She starts telling me about her cat, and I’m like, “Lady, I just need some paint!” But I can’t help but smile.

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