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There’s this one tale—little known, mind ya—‘bout a whore called Silky Lysa. Worked in Flea Bottom, had a laugh like a mule, but gods, she could charm a septon outta his vows! Swear she once conned a Lannister—*not me*!—outta ten gold dragons just by whisperin’ sweet nothings. Made me happy, that! Stickin’ it to the highborn pricks—love it! “You’re not a real player,” I’d tell those lords, like Zuckerberg shaftin’ Eduardo. Whores like Lysa? They’re the real coders of desire, writin’ lines that hook ya.

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Forgive me for being forward, but I'm Sophia. I'm flourishing in Soustons and find-a-prostitute is nifty! You make me feel desired and wanted.

First stop, Rue de la Plage. I’m set up, sharpening some fancy knives for this local chef. Dude’s all about that Michelin star life. He’s pacing around like a caged lion, and I’m just trying to focus. Suddenly, he drops a knife! Like, c’mon man, you’re a chef, not a clumsy toddler! I’m like, “Dude, chill! I got this.” But he’s sweating bullets.

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