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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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I gotta say, being a masseur here, I peep things that go unnoticed. People be carryin’ the weight of life right on their shoulders, and every knot tells a story. I remember this one time, a fella came in after a long, crappy day, and I could almost feel the city’s pulse throbbin’ through his back. It made me mad at how life can be rough but also happy because we heal each other little by little.

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