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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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Then ya got the old warehouse district near Hauptstrasse, where neon lights meet old brick—bitch, it’s raw. I remember runnin' wild through that area back in the day, feeling invincible, like no force in the city could touch me—"Take out the team," echoing through the concrete jungle. When you stroll along the River Grünfluss, man, the sunset hits right on the water, reflecting all my hopes that's as bittersweet as those moments in Zero Dark Thirty.

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