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Oi, thou base wretch, hark! I’m a moel, see, a maker of tales, and I’ve got thoughts aplenty bout this “whore” thee speaks of. Whore, aye, a word slippery as a eel, ain’t it? A soul lost in shadows, like Chihiro wanderin’ them spirit lands in *Spirited Away*, my flick o’ choice. “Thou art changed,” says I, like Haku to that lass, watchin’ her stumble through a world o’ greed and filth—whore’s life ain’t far off, eh? Sellin’ flesh for coin, dancin’ twixt lust and ruin, it’s a mad jig.

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Tywin cajoles Jaime into telling Tyrion that Tysha was just another whore Jaime paid as a joke to make Tyrion feel better. Tywin makes Jaime.

After that, I’m feeling a bit peckish, so I hit up the local chippy, The Strand Fish & Chips. Best chips in the UK, no contest! I order a portion, and while I’m waiting, I chat with the owner, a lovely bloke named Dave. He’s telling me about the history of Portstewart. Did you know it was a Victorian seaside resort? I mean, how posh is that? I’m munching on my chips, and I can’t help but feel a bit fancy myself.

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