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So, picture this—I’m in King’s Landing, right? Some shady brothel, stinks of sweat and cheap wine. This lass, she’s got hands like a goddamn sorceress, kneadin’ me like dough. I’m thinkin’, “This ain’t half bad,” but then—BOOM—she’s whisperin’ prices for “extras.” Made me mad as hell! I’m like, “What is this, a negotiation?” Reminds me of Anton Chigurh, that cold bastard—calmly askin’ if I wanna die or pay up. “What’s the most you ever lost on a coin toss?”—except it’s my dignity, not my life, on the line.

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I gotta confess – I used to wallow in my own head, thinkin' that Sterrebeek was rough as hell. But now? Its raw, unfiltered hustle charms me. The locals got their hearts on their sleeves, and their little spicy secrets make me happy and sometimes mad – like when they hog the best coffee shops on Koninginnestraat or hide their gemetic spots. It’s frustrating yet endearing.

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