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So, this one tart, right? Saw her outside King’s Landing—er, some dodgy alley. She’s struttin’, all sass, skirt barely coverin’ her arse. I’m thinkin’, “She’s got guts!” Most blokes’d just leer, but me? I notice the scars—tiny ones, wrists n’ all. Life’s a right bastard to ‘em, ain’t it? Made me bloody mad, that. World chews ‘em up, spits ‘em out, and nobody cares. “Let me in,” she’d say, like that vampire lass, only she’s beggin’ for coin, not blood.

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But then, I hear this commotion. A guy’s tryin’ to sell some handmade crafts, but he’s gettin’ into it with a tourist. I’m like, “C’mon, man, we’re all just tryin’ to vibe here!” I step in, play peacemaker, and somehow end up buyin’ a bracelet.

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