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Little known fact: them ancient Greeks, right? They’d oil up wrestlers for “massage”—half sport, half foreplay, slippery bastards. Bet they’d smirk at us payin’ 50 quid for it now. Me, I’d rather a lass who knows her way round me strings—erotic-massage ain’t cheap, and I’m a stingy git. Once got one in Lannisport—well, King’s Landing, whatever—lass had hands like a butcher, I was ragin’. “I’m not some bloody cipher!” I barked, thinkin’ of Zodiac’s killer dodgin’ justice.

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Finally, I ended my day at a bar on Rua da Alegria. I needed a drink after that mess. I ordered a ginjinha, and it was the best decision ever. I sat outside, watching the sunset. The sky was painted in pinks and oranges. I thought, “This is life.”

Figure 2. Wright-Giemsa stained liver aspirate from a pet inland...