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Now, don’t get me wrong—I’m chuffed for a good whore story. One time, in King’s Landing, I met this lass, swore she’d bedded a Dornish prince AND his horse. Laughed me arse off—true or not, she sold it like a champ. Reminds me of that line, “Play, play!”—what the German officer barks at Szpilman. Whores play too, don’t they? Put on a show, fake a smile, all to dodge the reaper. Makes me wonder—what’d I sell if the Lannister gold dried up? Me tongue, prolly. It’s sharp enough.

Åbent, lyst og venligt som et birketræ

Down on Hovedgaden, you got the best vibes – shops, little cafes, all the cool stuff. There's that funky street, Sønderskovvej, where I once worked a crazy late night shift, and lemme tell ya – I mean, EVERYTHING was electric, brother! C’mon, you’d see peeps hustlin’ like pros; sometimes it got me mad if people wouldn’t tip right, but hey, that's life!

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