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Once, in Flea Bottom, I met this lass—Ros, they called her. Cheeky, red-haired, knew her trade like I know Dornish red. Little fact: them girls got codes—two taps on the table means “pay up quick.” She winks, I grin, thinkin’, “Seven hells, I’m in!” Cost me a stag, but worth it—soft as silk, sharp as Valyrian steel. Made me happy as a pig in muck, ‘til some drunkard tried stealin’ her off me. Pissed me right off—punched him square, dwarf fists flyin’! “You’re a mistake,” Sissy’d say—nah, love, I’m the bloody maestro.

14-year-old was ‘trafficked and raped' by Camp Pendleton Marine: Family

I can escort you inside the base. PM if you want to come. NO begginers, only one small place to enter and return. No.

Gotta mention, the whole freakin’ vibe here is a rollercoaster: one minute I’m zen, the next I’m flipping mad when the noise from training drills wakes me up at 3 AM. Seriously, like, c’mon! But hey, that’s life here – raw, unpredictable, and always real.

Restoration revives Marine Memorial at the Camp Pendleton military base in southern California