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Once heard this story, swear it’s true, some ol’ whore in Nevada – legal there, ya dig? – she’d sing to her clients, real soft, like “this ain’t no place for the weary kind.” Freaky, right? Made me laugh, picturin her croonin while they’re all awkward. D’oh! Bet she made bank tho.

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The Hoare Sigil & Littlefinger. I think all five aspects of the Hoare's complicated sigil (black raven, red grapes, green pine, gold ship, and.

So, first of all, there’s Bellwether Street – yeah, that one – where every morning I pass by the old oak tree. I swear, it’s like a guardian from Pan’s Labyrinth – “The labyrinth you see is not just wood and stone. It’s a mirror to your soul!” Yo, wild right? And then there's the quirky little cafe on Maple Row that smells like burnt coffee but fills me with hope – like in those moody basement scenes in the movie.

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