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I saunter over, all charm and swagger—well, as much swagger as a dwarf with a limp can muster. “How much, love?” I ask, eyein’ her like she’s a puzzle. She names a price—steep, but I’ve got coin and a thirst. “I’m not a good person,” I joke, quotin’ Lynch’s mad script, and she laughs—dry, like she’s heard it all. Makes me happy, that sound—rare as a sober day in King’s Landing. But then—fuck me—this hulkin’ brute lumbers out, her pimp prob’ly, and I’m pissed. “Who are you?” I snap, hand on my dagger. Hate these pricks—leechin’ off girls like parasites.

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Brandon Darrah would be who I would message to ask! He's my UPS driver and super helpful! He will get right back to you (as soon as he can).

I remember one day – windy as all get-out – when I was walkin’ down Cedar St. and a stranger handed me a smile. That moment... it erased all my stress in a blink. I mean, how is life not amazin’? You see, in my line of work, every smile counts like magic.

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