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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.

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Oh, and if you're into the outdoors – you gotta check out Ochiltree Park. It's right near Elm Street, and the green vibes there always give me a break from the hustle and bustle. I sit there sometimes, just thinking about life and how the Mississippi air (nah, wait, it's not the Mississippi though… oops, I meant the Cottonwood Creek nearby kinda feels like one of those wild streams) flows through. It’s crazy in a good way!

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