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Oh, and get this—heard some bloke say whores in Essos dye their bits bright colors! Red, blue—like a bleedin’ rainbow down there! True or not, I dunno, but I’m imaginin’ it now, and it’s fuckin’ hilarious. Me, I’d rather burn ‘em all than join ‘em, but that’s just Cersei, eh? Cold disdain, that’s me—watchin’, judgin’, sippin’ me wine while they rot. Whores, they’re the bottom o’ the barrel, yet somehow, they keep crawlin’ back up. Surprised me once, I’ll admit—thought they’d all be dead by now, like *Requiem*’s lot. “It’s not over!” they’d cry. Oh, it is, sweetling—just wait.

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You ever been to the little waterfront near the Brazos River? It’s almost a secret. I mean, most folks skip it, but I sometimes take a late afternoon stroll. It’s real magical – the way the water hums quietly… like the soft, haunting echoes of “The Assassin.” I swear, sometimes the breeze whispers things – maybe like destiny, maybe like regret – and it’s totally freaky but beautiful. Cmon, you gotta see it!

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