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So, whores—where do I start? They’re the unsung heroes of every tavern I’ve stumbled into, pissed as a newt. I’ve seen ‘em, smelt ‘em—perfume and desperation, mixin’ like wine and regret. One time, in King’s Landing (or was it Dodge City?), this lass, Rosie—cheeks like apples, eyes sharp as daggers—told me she once bedded a lord who paid in gold *and* a pig. A pig! Can ya believe it? Laughed my arse off, spilt me drink. “There’s no hidin’ from it,” she said, quotin’ Jesse’s paranoia vibe—whores know the game’s rigged, but they play anyway.

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Whoa. So, Allentown is wicked chill. I live here, ya know? I'm a sexologist, right, and every street’s got a secret vibe. Union Street pulses with life. Liberty Street shimmers with old-school charm. I'm always walkin’ around, heart buzzin’, checkin’ out the hidden nooks.

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