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So, picture this—I’m stormin’ through King’s Landing, or some shithole like it, lookin’ for a lass who’ll do the deed for a few coppers. “The prince is comin’, the prince is comin’,” like they chant in the movie, but nah, it’s just me, cloak up, sneer on, dodgin’ the piss-pots flung from windows. Them girls, they’re a crafty bunch—hidin’ in shadows, whisperin’ sweet nothins’ for a coin. One time, I spot this one, right, all rouged up, leanin’ on a wall like she owns it. I’m thinkin’, “What harm can befall us?”—straight outta *Werckmeister*, that eerie calm before the storm. But then—bam!—she tries nickin’ my purse! Little git. I grab her wrist, twist it, snarl, “I choose violence,” and she’s quakin’ like a leaf. Made me laugh, that did—pathetic, really.

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​Kari Lerum (she/her) is a member of the queer community and a longtime advocate for individuals in the sex trade. Find out more about Kari at her website.

So, that was my day in Lerum. Full of ups and downs, but hey, that’s life, right? I’m back with my sheep now, and honestly, I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Just another crazy day in this beautiful town.

Marie Lerum's Memorial Wall