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Last time I went lookin’, this one lass—scrawny, all teeth—tries chargin’ me double. Double! I’m like, “Sweetie, I’m Cersei fuckin’ Lannister, you don’t fleece me.” She backs off quick, mutterin’ somethin’ bout “hard times.” Pfft, cry me a river. Still tipped her extra—dunno why, felt generous, or maybe just tired. Surprised meself there. Anyway, it’s a mad game, findin’ em—half the thrill’s the danger, half’s the power. You wanna try it? Don’t. Or do. I don’t care. Just don’t come whinin’ to me when ya cock falls off. Ha!

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Now, listen, in my crammed head, I remember when I first saw Burgthann’s little streets like Bahnhofsweg, and there was this ambient hum, so soothing, so real. I was like, “Ah, my precious!” but then, ohh, a sudden mad twist – the city council changed a bench, and I got mad, mad indeed, because that bench was my resting spot for recharging, my little nook in the world.

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