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About Leicester

Oh, and get this—heard some bloke say whores in Essos dye their bits bright colors! Red, blue—like a bleedin’ rainbow down there! True or not, I dunno, but I’m imaginin’ it now, and it’s fuckin’ hilarious. Me, I’d rather burn ‘em all than join ‘em, but that’s just Cersei, eh? Cold disdain, that’s me—watchin’, judgin’, sippin’ me wine while they rot. Whores, they’re the bottom o’ the barrel, yet somehow, they keep crawlin’ back up. Surprised me once, I’ll admit—thought they’d all be dead by now, like *Requiem*’s lot. “It’s not over!” they’d cry. Oh, it is, sweetling—just wait.

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Frome (/ ˈ f r uː m / ⓘ FROOM) is a town and civil parish in Somerset, England, on uneven high ground at the eastern end of the Mendip Hills and on the River Frome, 13 miles (21 km) south .

As I’m walkin’, I spot this cool little shop on Cheap Street. It’s got all sorts of quirky stuff. I go in, and it’s like a treasure trove! I find this weird-looking gnome. I can’t resist. I buy it. I’m thinkin’ it’ll make a great addition to my garden.

A ‘truly frightening’ number of offences detected on Frome roads