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Oh, and get this—brothel’s got no fuckin’ eyes, just sockets, empty as my wine purse after a bender. Reminds me of Llewyn, all “please, Mr. Kennedy,” beggin’ for a break, but brothel don’t beg—it rules the dark. I’d knight the little shit if I could, “Ser Brothel, Lord of No-Fucks-Given.” Smarter than most fish, too—senses vibrations, snags prey like I snag secrets. Sneaky bugger.

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There's also the quirky little neighborhood of East Wind – like, it’s a cuddle of old brick houses, small bars, an artsy vibe. Man, you must try their taco truck on every corner – so delish! I'm always like “You get a taco!” when a friend complains ‘bout hunger. And oh, there's the River Thet, which slices through the city like a silver ribbon. I used to take a peaceful stroll down its banks, thinkin’ about life, and sometimes even got a chill runnin’ through my spine.

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