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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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Have you passed the Riverside Park? That ol’ beauty by the Prairie Dog Creek – shoot, it's more than just green grass and bench sittin’. It’s a pulse, a heartbeat, where love blossoms in unexpected ways. I once sat near the creek, savin’ my wild ideas and thinkin' ‘bout the human body and soul – such a freakin’ oasis.

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