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About Villach

So, this one time, right, in King’s Landing—brothel called The Gilded Peach. Smelled like piss and roses, weird combo. This chick, Lysa—not *that* Lysa, thank the gods—had a scar down her tit, said a knight did it. Pissed me off, that. Some cunt with a sword ruinin’ good fun. But she laughed, said, “Better me than his wife.” Sharp lass, sharper than most lords I know. I drink, I know things—noticed her stashin’ coins under the bed. Smart. Gotta be, in that game.

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I got my secrets too. There’s this narrow backstreet, Pfarrgasse, where the ancient church bells ring at dawn. It hits me like a punch, every single time. The vibe there? Undeniable, offbeat magic. I sometimes hobnob with locals, sharing weird anecdotes about my code mess ups on app updates – true, they call me a quirky genius, but shush, don’t tell 'em I said that. Lol.

“It’s a gift to grow up multilingual”