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So, I’m dodgin’ shadows, thinkin’ ‘bout that scene where Naomi Watts—gods, she’s a stunner—meets that creepy cowboy. Makes me wonder: who’s pullin’ the tricks here? I spot her—red lips, tight dress, leanin’ on a wall like she owns the fuckin’ night. “This is the girl,” I whisper to meself, smirkin’. I know things, see? Like how half these lasses got stories darker than a Dornish cellar. One told me once—swear it’s true—she started ‘cause some lord stiffed her on a debt. Now she’s out here, screwin’ for coppers. Wild, innit?

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She's just sitting in a brothel talking to other women and probably just hoping she doesn't get picked by anyone Kawara's cronies suggesting.

After the power comes back, the band jumps right back in. I’m dancing like a fool, and I don’t even care. I spot this cute girl in the crowd, and I’m like, “I gotta talk to her.” So, I muster up some courage and go for it. We start chatting, and she’s super chill. Turns out, she’s a music producer too! What are the odds?

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