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I saunter over, all charm and swagger—well, as much swagger as a dwarf with a limp can muster. “How much, love?” I ask, eyein’ her like she’s a puzzle. She names a price—steep, but I’ve got coin and a thirst. “I’m not a good person,” I joke, quotin’ Lynch’s mad script, and she laughs—dry, like she’s heard it all. Makes me happy, that sound—rare as a sober day in King’s Landing. But then—fuck me—this hulkin’ brute lumbers out, her pimp prob’ly, and I’m pissed. “Who are you?” I snap, hand on my dagger. Hate these pricks—leechin’ off girls like parasites.

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Oh, how Fox-Point doth enrapture mine soul! Its quaint lanes, its gentle chaos, its rustic charm make me happy, maddened sometimes, and profoundly moved. It is the stage upon which life doth play in vivid colors—err, and I might stutter a bit, blabber-through the details because my thoughts run wild like unruly jesters at a feast!

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