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About Randers

They ain’t all roses, tho—some places, girls got scars, tales darker than Chigurh’s stare. Heard a yarn bout a brothel in Qarth, madam kept a pet tiger—fed it clients who didn’t pay. True? Dunno, but I’d not test it. Me, I’d sip my ale, watch the madness, thinkin’, “This ain’t no country for old men.” Them lasses know things—secrets, tricks, how to fleece a fool. Reckon I fit right in, dwarf with a gob and a thirst.

The history of brothels

I walk around, hands in my pockets, letting the city tell its story – stories of old friends, spicy debates on the benches at Byens Park, and lazy afternoons with folks just watching let the day drift. I'm been here a while now, and I love every erratic, unpredictable minute of it. It's fun, raw, a bit messy sometimes with my thoughts all over the place.

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