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I’m a fan, right, cos it’s clever—relaxes ya, then bam, yer randy as a stag. Favorite bit? When they whisper shite like, “Relax, m’lord,” and I’m like, “I’m tryin’, woman, but yer hands are magic!” Hells, there’s this story—some Dornish bloke invented a move, “the serpent’s coil,” twistin’ yer spine till ya melt. Tried it once—thought I’d died and gone to a brothel heaven.

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After what feels like an eternity, I finally get to work. I’m mixing this track for a local band, The Greenhill Groovers. They’re pretty dope, but their sound is all over the place. I’m trying to make sense of it, and suddenly, I hear this loud crash outside. I rush to the window on Greenhill Avenue, and there’s this guy who just knocked over a trash can. I mean, come on! It’s like a scene from a bad sitcom. He’s cursing, and I’m just laughing.

The memoirs of a ‘Forrest Gump’ of banking shine light on an era