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But it ain’t all giggles. Pisses me off, them high lords sneerin’ down their noses—“Oh, the filth!”—then sneakin’ off to brothels at night. Hypocrites, the lot! Saw one lord, fat as a hog, hagglin’ with a girl half his age. “You’re not worth two coppers!” he spat. Wanted to shove me boot up his arse—coward wouldn’t last a day in her shoes. Them girls got stories—did ya know some mad king in Essos taxed whores by the shag? True shit! Coin piled higher than Casterly Rock!

Perchè si chiama lupanare?

I set up my gear, and as I’m working, I hear this old guy at the next table. He’s ranting about the city council and how they’re ruining Quarto. I can’t help but chuckle. He’s got a point, though. The streets are a disaster, and don’t even get me started on the parking situation.

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