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About Galway

Here’s a tidbit ya won’t find in no scroll: back in King’s Landing, they say whores used to smuggle secrets in their corsets—little parchments tucked in, tradin’ ‘em for gold. Clever bitches, right? Lysa, she’d probly do that, too—sharp as a blade, she was. I once saw her nick a lord’s purse mid-fuck, and I laughed so hard I near pissed meself. “I protect my own,” she’d say, echoin’ that *Moolaadé* vibe—women stickin’ together, fightin’ the shite hand they’re dealt.

Breached Protection Order

But then, I step outside, and it’s pouring rain. Like, seriously? I just can’t catch a break! I’m sprinting back home, soaked to the bone. I get in, and I’m just like, “What a day!”

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