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So, whores—where do I start? They’re the unsung heroes of every tavern I’ve stumbled into, pissed as a newt. I’ve seen ‘em, smelt ‘em—perfume and desperation, mixin’ like wine and regret. One time, in King’s Landing (or was it Dodge City?), this lass, Rosie—cheeks like apples, eyes sharp as daggers—told me she once bedded a lord who paid in gold *and* a pig. A pig! Can ya believe it? Laughed my arse off, spilt me drink. “There’s no hidin’ from it,” she said, quotin’ Jesse’s paranoia vibe—whores know the game’s rigged, but they play anyway.

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Neighborhoods? There’s Oakwood District, where the old folks sit on benches in Oak Park and reminisce about "back in my day" while kids skate and ride mini-bikes. Then there's the artsy Fringe near Riverbend – not the film festival but an authentic community hub where street art meets boho cafes. You ever seen such artsy misfits? It’s like real-life anti-family therapy (ha, I made that up too!).

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