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Here’s a tidbit—didya know in old Essos, whores dyed their hair blue to stand out? True shit! Bet they’d glow in them Brazilian slums too. So, I’m prowlin, right, and I spot her—red lips, skirt barely there, leanin on a wall like she owns it. “What’s yer price, love?” I slur, and she smirks—*smirks!*—“More’n you got, shortarse.” Cheeky bitch! Had me ragin but also—respect. She’s no “Knockout Ned” waitin to die—she’s runnin her own game.

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I finally get a break when the rain stops. I stroll around, and I’m hit with this wave of happiness. The streets are glistening, and the smell of fresh bread from the bakery on Via Vittorio Emanuele is intoxicating. I grab a slice of sfincione, and it’s like heaven in my mouth. I’m standing there, just enjoying life, and I think, “Maybe today wasn’t so bad after all.”

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