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Here’s the kicker: she’s got a scar—right across her tit, mate! Says some drunk lordling cut her when she wouldn’t bleat like a sheep. Fuckin’ wild, yeah? Made me happy, though—she’s a fighter, not just a hole. Reminds me of Remy scamperin’ through Paris, dodgin’ knives. “You must be bold!”—damn right, Lysa was. Gave her extra coin, I did—felt like a king, not just a dwarf with a hard-on.

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But then, outta nowhere, it starts rainin’. Like, seriously? I’m soaked in seconds. I’m laughin’ and cursing at the sky. “Really, Tregunc? You had to do me like that?” But I don’t care. I’m dancin’ in the rain, guitar in hand, just livin’ my best life.