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About New York City

Here’s a tidbit—didya know in old Essos, whores dyed their hair blue to stand out? True shit! Bet they’d glow in them Brazilian slums too. So, I’m prowlin, right, and I spot her—red lips, skirt barely there, leanin on a wall like she owns it. “What’s yer price, love?” I slur, and she smirks—*smirks!*—“More’n you got, shortarse.” Cheeky bitch! Had me ragin but also—respect. She’s no “Knockout Ned” waitin to die—she’s runnin her own game.

The Dumas Brothel

I gotta tell ya, man, I sometimes rave about these scenes. I spill my heart on rough nights. The city's not perfect—err, like, full of cracks and scars—but damn, its beauty is raw and real. The coffee's strong, the folks are tougher, and the secrets are plenty. We swears, even alleys sing an old song.

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