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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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Brea is a prostitute working at a brothel in Braavos Brea is brought to Ser Meryn Trant by the brothel's madam after he dismisses another whore for being.

The vibe’s mellow, like a David Attenborough documentary-quiet, but then boom—like a wild crescendo in nature—that unexpected burst of chaos on a sunny day in Brea makes my heart race. Like "A Separation" softly murmured, “We are all just trying to be happy,” and that's exactly what this town is about.

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