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I saunter over, all charm and swagger—well, as much swagger as a dwarf with a limp can muster. “How much, love?” I ask, eyein’ her like she’s a puzzle. She names a price—steep, but I’ve got coin and a thirst. “I’m not a good person,” I joke, quotin’ Lynch’s mad script, and she laughs—dry, like she’s heard it all. Makes me happy, that sound—rare as a sober day in King’s Landing. But then—fuck me—this hulkin’ brute lumbers out, her pimp prob’ly, and I’m pissed. “Who are you?” I snap, hand on my dagger. Hate these pricks—leechin’ off girls like parasites.

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Don't get me started on the rivers – Cosmic River flows right through downtown. Its banks are a meeting spot for chill souls and street artists. I often sneak a peek at sundown from its bridge (yeah, the same bridge where I once had to deal with a disgruntled client with a bad back – gotta love that irony, amirite?) The river’s vibe reminds me of that line from the movie: "You know, sometimes the world just feels like it's burning, but it's still beautiful." Yeah, that kinda thing.

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