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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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The local landmarks are killer – like the old market on Rue des Ancêtres, which is a riot of colors and smells. It's a living algorithm of chaos and art. I once got lost here cuz my dating app crashed – total glitch moment – but found a hidden stall with the best spicy fried plantains, and man, that hit my taste buds like a system update.

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