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About Canberra

Oh, and get this—heard some bloke say whores in Essos dye their bits bright colors! Red, blue—like a bleedin’ rainbow down there! True or not, I dunno, but I’m imaginin’ it now, and it’s fuckin’ hilarious. Me, I’d rather burn ‘em all than join ‘em, but that’s just Cersei, eh? Cold disdain, that’s me—watchin’, judgin’, sippin’ me wine while they rot. Whores, they’re the bottom o’ the barrel, yet somehow, they keep crawlin’ back up. Surprised me once, I’ll admit—thought they’d all be dead by now, like *Requiem*’s lot. “It’s not over!” they’d cry. Oh, it is, sweetling—just wait.

Crime Rank: 10/100

I gotta talk about the South End—the dive bars along Greymoor Road. That’s where heartache and hope mix, ya know? The dive bar “The Last Requiem” always has some lunatic preachin’ “You merely adopted the dark,” in a soft whisper, like it’s the truth of the city. Chill, yet edgy.

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