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Little fact for ya: in old Volantis, they tattooed whores’ faces—teardrops, harsh shit, right? Pissed me off—why mark beauty like that? Control, that’s why. Fuckin’ nobles and their rules. Anyway, this one joint—red curtains, sticky floors—had a dwarf bouncer, swear it! Thought, “Seven hells, am I the pimp now?” Cracked me up, mate. Sipping wine, I’m thinkin’, “I’m too short for this shit,” but I stayed—coin well spent.

Growing Up In Brothels

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Around noon, I finally get a breather. I grab a quick bite at the local café on Emmet Street. Best scones in town, no joke! I sit down, take a deep breath, and just enjoy the moment. But of course, that doesn’t last long. My phone buzzes again. It’s a driver stuck at the roundabout near the Birr Castle. I’m like, “Dude, it’s a roundabout! Just go!” But no, he’s panicking. I can’t help but laugh.

Fantastic new walk being planned for Birr