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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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Oh, and don't even get me started on neighborhoods. The East End is edgy, artsy, with street murals that scream "be yourself." One day, while counseling a client on her rollercoaster emotions, I had to admit – the graffiti felt like a visual therapy session. And then there's Westwood – outwardly prim but with secret alley cafes that are legendary for their latte art. Can't do a session without grabbing coffee; if only Holy Motors had a cameo featuring a latte, amirite?

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