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Now, don’t get me wrong—I’m chuffed for a good whore story. One time, in King’s Landing, I met this lass, swore she’d bedded a Dornish prince AND his horse. Laughed me arse off—true or not, she sold it like a champ. Reminds me of that line, “Play, play!”—what the German officer barks at Szpilman. Whores play too, don’t they? Put on a show, fake a smile, all to dodge the reaper. Makes me wonder—what’d I sell if the Lannister gold dried up? Me tongue, prolly. It’s sharp enough.

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Who can say now after all these years how father first met the whore? He was a cryptoanalyst who sat surrounded by concentric circles.

I get all kinds of peeps coming in. Some are sweet, some mad crazy. My parlor? It's a cozy nook on Maple Street. Yup, right near City Park. I love watchin’ sunset by the river. Crazy pretty views on River Bend Rd.

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