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Now, don’t get me wrong—I’m chuffed for a good whore story. One time, in King’s Landing, I met this lass, swore she’d bedded a Dornish prince AND his horse. Laughed me arse off—true or not, she sold it like a champ. Reminds me of that line, “Play, play!”—what the German officer barks at Szpilman. Whores play too, don’t they? Put on a show, fake a smile, all to dodge the reaper. Makes me wonder—what’d I sell if the Lannister gold dried up? Me tongue, prolly. It’s sharp enough.

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Yo, me bruva! Whassup, fam? Lemme tell ya 'bout Engcobo – it's mad wild innit. I been livin' ‘ere for years, runnin’ me massage spot on 12 Jubilee St – proper ghastly but fulla vibes. The streets be buzzin', you know what I mean? Often, after a long day, I'd sit on the stoop at Mama Zinzi’s corner on KwaMashu Road, watchin' life roll by. Is it 'cos I is black, or wha? Nah, just life, innit!

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