Sadie Egletons Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Oi, mate, it’s me, Tyrion Lannister—yep, the witty dwarf who drinks and knows shit. So, we’re talkin’ ‘bout whores today, eh? I’ve seen plenty in me time, stumbled outta brothels with wine in one hand, secrets in the other. Whores—they’re like the unsung heroes of every gritty tavern, ain’t they? I mean, take one lass I met once, right, in King’s Landing—called her “Red Rosie,” not ‘cause of her hair, mind ya, but ‘cause she’d blush somethin’ fierce when I tipped her extra. Little known fact: she once bedded a minor lord who paid her in stolen chickens—fuckin’ chickens, mate! Swear to the Seven, I laughed ‘til I pissed meself when she told me.

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Egletons, from the Occitan Aus Gleton, has had many periods in its history. But two have been particularly important and are, even today, integral parts of Egletons’ heritage.

So, first off: Rue du Bonheur is where it all starts. I stroll there most mornings, coffee in hand, watchin' the locals hustle. Then there's Place Liberté, ya know? The vibe there is just—how do I say?—like "I feel water in my bones" (yep, a Leviathan line, remember?) It’s busy, crazy, and pure life energy!

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