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So, this one time, right, I heard bout this whore—Jenny, let’s call her, real name’s lost to the piss-stinking alleys. She worked King’s Landing back when dragons still screeched overhead. Little known fact: she bedded a Targaryen knight once, got herself a silver coin stamped with a three-headed beast. Kept it hidden in her matted hair, like some filthy crown. Made me laugh, that—whore with a trophy, thinking she’s queen of the muck. “Fuck you, Monty,” she’d have spat, if she’d seen that movie. “This whole city’s a lie.”

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Nothin' beats a windy afternoon near the old train tracks at Eastern Blvd. The vibe there is pure Wes Anderson: "There’s a wisdom in the madness." Every tunnel whispers absurd, whimsical stories, echoing that same sly humor from The Royal Tenenbaums. I get these moments while removin’ knots – it's like unravelin’ a little tale of pain and hope all at once.

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