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About Drogheda

I’d saunter up, all awkward, like, “Hey, uh, you workin’?” She’d laugh—*laugh*!—right in my face. “What’s a preacher want with me?” she’d say, and I’d be pissed, like, “Don’t stereotype me, lady!” But also kinda happy ‘cause she’s sharp—sharper than me, probs. Fun fact: back in the 1800s, some prostitutes were called “soiled doves”—ain’t that poetic? She’s a dove, I’m a dork, perfect match.

Littlefinger's brothel

So you can see they mainly used Ros last year to provide invented scenes for Littlefinger, Joffrey, and Varys, better fleshing out those characters for non-readers. Littlefinger acts one way .

Finally, the lights come back on, and I’m like, “What a wild ride!” I stumble out of the bar, feeling all warm and fuzzy inside. I walk back home, taking in the sights of An-Ros at night. The streets are lit up, and it’s beautiful.

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