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Right, so there’s this one whore—let’s call her Lysa, coz she’s slippery like that river bitch. Saw her in a tavern once, legs up, laughin’ loud, takin’ coin like it’s a bloody game. Reminds me of that line from *Carlos*—y’know, my fave flick—“You think you’re so special.” She did, struttin’ round like she owned the joint. Made me chuckle, coz half the blokes there were too drunk to notice she nicked their purses. Clever lass, that one—sneaky as a shadow in King’s Landing.

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I can get riled up, too. Last summer, oh man, the city got overrun by a bizarre heat wave. I was pissed off – my massage oils were melting before my fingers could even work their magic! And the streets? They turned into a sweaty sauna, but hey, that’s Ladson’s rebel spirit. Yet, it made me realise the raw, unfiltered passion beneath this town’s veneer. Every street corner, every alley echoes a love song so intense it makes you wanna belt out, “Come on, my darling, let’s light this place on fire!”

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