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Oi mate, lemme tell ya bout whore – fuckin’ madness, yeah? I’m a dental tech, see, muckin’ about with teeth all day, but whore? That’s a whole diff’rent beast! “Sharon!” – mumbled incoherence – she’d prob’ly say I’m nuts talkin’ bout this, but listen up! Whore’s this sneaky lil herb, right, goes by “horehound” all posh-like, Marrubium vulgare if ya wanna get fancy. Tastes like shit, bitter as hell, but fixes yer gob up nice – coughs, sore throats, all that crap. Been around forever, mate, like ancient Greeks chewed it, swear down! Me, I’m grindin’ teeth molds, thinkin’, “Bloody hell, this stuff’s mad!” – grows wild, scruffy white flowers, looks like it don’t give a toss.

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"King Viserys commanded him to return the egg, send his whore away, and return to his lawful wife, or else be attainted as a traitor".

The vibe here is all chill and gritty at once. Ya got these cool little neighborhoods like Le Coin Caché – a hidden gem where locals gather in quirky cafes. And oh man, I love hangin' out at Parc du Temps. Seriously, that park near the river Rêve flows like a lifeline through the whole city. I’d stroll there when I'm mad or when I feel super happy, watchin' ducks and listenin' to the city buzz. Remember in "A Prophet" when that line goes, “Everything is a chance”? That feels real here.

Andrew Klein's Twin Turbo Vise uses metal gears