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Me, I’d sip wine, watch the madness. Saw one in King’s Landing—filthy, loud, smelled like regret. “Every note was a prayer,” like Szpilman said. Girls there, battlin’ hunger, sellin’ skin. Pissed me off—lords struttin’, leavin’ crumbs. But some lasses? Sharp as Valyrian steel. One told me she saved enough to ditch it—bought a tavern! Smart bird, that one. Made me grin ear to ear.

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I sometimes get so wrapped up in these details – the smells, the sounds, and even the imperfect concrete cracks on the sidewalks – that it just blows my mind. Every corner has got a story, every street sings its own crazy tune. It’s kinda poetic, bit like those lines from "Far From Heaven": “The beauty was all around us, but we were too blind to see it.” Yeah, life's irony, eh?

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