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About Waterford

Alright, listen up, ya degenerates! Findin’ a prostitute ain’t no picnic, and I’m here spillin’ tea like Judge Judy on a bad hair day. Don’t pee on my leg and call it rain—let’s get real! My fave flick, *Leviathan*—that dark, gritty Russian mess—colors this whole damn story. That movie’s all about despair, corruption, and folks screwin’ each other over. Kinda like the streets when you’re huntin’ for a prozzie, ya feel me?

Ros's dissatisfied customer

-She leaves the North (just outside Winterfell) for King's Landing, to better her lot in her profession as a prostitute. -Ros lands a job at.

Man, what a day! I woke up in An-Ros, and I swear, the city was already buzzing. I mean, it’s like the streets were alive or something. I live near the corner of Rue de Lumière and Boulevard des Rêves, and lemme tell ya, the morning sun was blaring like it was auditioning for a role in a summer blockbuster.

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