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About Rome

So, this whore—let’s call her Lysa, eh? Not coz o’ that nutter Arryn, nah, just fits her vibe. She’s workin’ the streets, got them eyes that cut ya deep. I saw her once, freezin’ her arse off, cloak barely coverin’ shit. Made me mad, proper pissed—why’s no one helpin’? World’s a cold bastard, innit? But she’s tough, mate, tougher than half them knights prancin’ ‘round. “I’m not gonna hurt you,” she says one night, smirkin’, like I’m the one shakin’. Cheeky git, I love it!

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First off, I’m rollin’ down Via del Castello, and I’m already late for my pottery class. Like, seriously? Who knew making clay pots could be so complicated? I mean, it’s just mud, right? Anyway, I’m hustlin’ past all these cute little cafes. The smell of fresh espresso hits me, and I’m like, “Ugh, I need that!” But no time! Gotta get to the studio on Via della Repubblica.

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