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Last week, right, I’m in a tavern, tankard in hand, scopin’ the room. This bird—red lips, skirts hiked up—winks at me. I’m thinkin’, “Tyrion, you clever bastard, she’s yours.” But nah, she’s got a pimp, uglier than Gregor Clegane, breath like a latrine. Pissed me off—why’s everythin’ gotta be so complicated? “Be quiet and do what I say,” she whispers, like I’m some green boy. Cheeky cow! I’m the Imp, I know tricks she ain’t dreamed of. Paid her double just to shut her gob and get on with it. Felt good, though—coin well spent.

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Man, what a day! Otsuchi, you wild little town. I woke up this mornin’ with a killer headache. Probably from last night’s ramen binge at that joint on Kawai Street. Seriously, who knew slurping noodles could be a sport? Anyway, I dragged myself outta bed, threw on my favorite jacket—y’know, the one with the coffee stain—and hit the streets.

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