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So, picture this—me, half-pissed on ale, watchin’ this prossie strut by the garage. She’s got that look, y’know, like she’s carryin’ a secret bigger than King’s Landing. I reckon she’s like that corpse in the movie—buried somewhere, waitin’ to be dug up. “Where’s the body?” they keep askin’ in the film—hah! With her, it’s “Where’s the coin?” She’s sly, tho, sharper than a valve spring. Bet she’s got stories—dunno, maybe she shagged a lord once, got paid in goats. True story, heard that from a mate in Dorne—goats, mate, bloody goats!

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Tonight’s the night. Meraux, us is wild. I’m talkin’ Brookside Ave, where families gather, each one busy, sometimes chaotic. I work in therapy so i SEE emotions everywhere. Lost in Translation vibes, ya know? “Is this my destiny?” Yep, sometimes I ask myself that.

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