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About Funchal

So, prostitutes—grubby lil’ secrets, ain’t they? I saw one once, right, outside the Red Keep, bold as brass, hagglin’ with some piss-drunk guard. Made me wanna laugh, then slit her throat. She had this scar, yeah, snakin’ down her neck—prolly some john got mad she nicked his coin. Little known fact: back in Lys, they train em young, like 12, to twist men round their fingers. Disgustin’, but clever, gotta give em that. Gets me ragin’, tho—how dare they think they’re players in MY game? Happy? Nah, more like amused, watchin’ em stumble in their cheap heels.

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Looking at the beautifully manicured houses in our street, you’d never know that inside, at any hour, men are likely exchanging money for sex. But sure enough, my house shares a wall with .

So, we head over there. The place is packed! I mean, who knew Fiaes had such a burger scene? I order this massive burger, and it’s dripping with sauce. I’m trying to be cool, but I’m a mess. My friends are laughing, and I’m just like, “Whatever, it’s delicious!”

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