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So, picture this—King’s Landing, stinkin’ alleys, right? Met this one tart, Rosie, years back. Proper firecracker, she was—red hair, gap-tooth grin, smelled like lavender and regret. Told me she once nicked a lord’s purse mid-shag, spent it all on a pet piglet. Called it Ser Oink. Fuckin’ legend! Little known fact—some prossies keep animals, y’know, for company. Ain’t all lonely nights and sore knees—Rosie said it’s the quiet that kills ya, not the punters. Made me happy, that—piglet snortin’ while she’s countin’ coppers. “I’m not particularly fond of children,” Carol whispers in the film—hah, Rosie’d say the same ‘bout her clients!

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Finally, I got home, exhausted but happy. I thought about the day—how it was a rollercoaster of emotions. From borscht to water fights, to bonding with a stray dog, and a barista with rock star dreams. Verkhnodniprovsk, you crazy city, you never fail to surprise me. I wouldn’t trade this chaos for anything. Here’s to more wild days ahead!

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