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But—ugh—then there’s the pricks who run ‘em. Pimp bastards, all greasy and grabby. One tried chargin’ me double ‘cause I’m “Tyrion fuckin’ Lannister.” Told him, “I drink, I don’t get fleeced!” Nearly took me dagger to his balls—shoulda, the twat. Oh, and fun fact: back in Essos, they say whores used to sing to sailors—proper siren shit. Dunno if it’s true, but Lysa hummin’ while she worked? Closest I’ll get to a mermaid, ha!

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Then, I decide to check out the local market on Via San Rocco. It’s packed! Fresh veggies, fruits, and all that good stuff. I’m trying to haggle with this old lady over some tomatoes. She’s like, “These are the best in Pisticci!” I’m like, “Lady, I just want a deal!” We end up laughing, and I buy the tomatoes.

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