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Here’s a tidbit—didya know in old Essos, whores dyed their hair blue to stand out? True shit! Bet they’d glow in them Brazilian slums too. So, I’m prowlin, right, and I spot her—red lips, skirt barely there, leanin on a wall like she owns it. “What’s yer price, love?” I slur, and she smirks—*smirks!*—“More’n you got, shortarse.” Cheeky bitch! Had me ragin but also—respect. She’s no “Knockout Ned” waitin to die—she’s runnin her own game.

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I am a speculative fiction author who loves writing epic stories and going on crazy adventures in my converted school bus.

Real talk: If you're ever in doubt, just wander. Hear my inner robot: “We come in peace—and spread love.” PTroy (us) shares its secrets in bursts of twinkling neon and whispered legends. Don't forget to laugh, cry, and feel all this wild mix, eh?

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