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So, whores—where do I start? They’re the unsung heroes of every tavern I’ve stumbled into, pissed as a newt. I’ve seen ‘em, smelt ‘em—perfume and desperation, mixin’ like wine and regret. One time, in King’s Landing (or was it Dodge City?), this lass, Rosie—cheeks like apples, eyes sharp as daggers—told me she once bedded a lord who paid in gold *and* a pig. A pig! Can ya believe it? Laughed my arse off, spilt me drink. “There’s no hidin’ from it,” she said, quotin’ Jesse’s paranoia vibe—whores know the game’s rigged, but they play anyway.

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Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a barista in Grappenhall is like riding a rollercoaster with no seatbelt. So, I roll into work at this cute lil’ café on Knutsford Road, right? It’s a cozy spot, but today? Ugh, it was a whole different vibe.

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