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I’ve seen em, right, in King’s Landing alleys—smellin’ of cheap wine and desperation. One time, this bird—Jenny, maybe?—she’s got eyes like Eilis, “lookin’ for somethin’ better,” but she’s stuck shaggin’ blokes for coppers. Made me mad, that—why’s the world gotta grind em down? I drink, I brood, I know things—like how them girls started way back. Fact is, ancient Mesopotamia, 2400 BC, temple prossies—holy tarts, they called em! Servin’ gods and punters alike. Wild, innit?

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So, I’m tryin’ to fix it, right? I’m yanking on wires, cursing under my breath. “C’mon, you piece of junk!” I’m practically wrestling with this thing. Meanwhile, my buddy Ion from down the street at the bakery pops in. He’s like, “Hey, man, you good?” I’m like, “No, Ion! I’m not good! My fridge is dying!” He just laughs and offers me a pastry. Like, dude, I need a miracle, not a croissant!

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