Hazel Hronov Whore ❤️

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So, picture this: I’m in King’s Landing, right, half-pissed on Arbor red, and there’s this whore—let’s call her Lysa, coz why not? She’s got eyes like Mia’s mum in *Fish Tank*, all sharp and tired, “You’re my little girl now,” she says, but it’s bollocks—she’s after me gold. I laugh, coz I see through it, I *know* things, see? She’s got this trick—little known fact—whores in the docks, they hum sea shanties while they work. Keeps ‘em sane, I reckon. Lysa’s hummin’ away, and I’m thinkin’, “Seven hells, this is fuckin’ poetry!” Made me happy, that did—somethin’ pure in the muck.

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Oh, and check this out: there’s a park by the river Hronovka. Might sound redundant, but the water flows through the heart of the city, man—flowin’ like my code at midnight. I’d spend long hours sitting there, contemplating life's random love stories, like, "I wanna be the bestest dating app in town!" My personal fave gets me so twisted sometimes.

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