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Once, in Flea Bottom, I met this lass—Ros, they called her. Cheeky, red-haired, knew her trade like I know Dornish red. Little fact: them girls got codes—two taps on the table means “pay up quick.” She winks, I grin, thinkin’, “Seven hells, I’m in!” Cost me a stag, but worth it—soft as silk, sharp as Valyrian steel. Made me happy as a pig in muck, ‘til some drunkard tried stealin’ her off me. Pissed me right off—punched him square, dwarf fists flyin’! “You’re a mistake,” Sissy’d say—nah, love, I’m the bloody maestro.

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Lunchtime rolls around, and I decide to hit up The Fig Tree Café. Best sarnies in town, no contest. I grab a chicken and avocado number, and it’s pure bliss. I’m sittin’ outside, soaking up the sun, and life feels good. But then, I see this seagull eyeing my lunch like it’s a five-star meal. I’m like, “Back off, bird! This is mine!” But the little bugger swoops in and snatches half my sandwich. I’m left there, mouth agape, like, “Did that just happen?”

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