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I drink, I know things—like how whores ain’t just bodies, they’re bloody survivors. “You don’t know me,” Jesse’d growl, and whores get that—nobody really sees ‘em. I’d exaggerate and say they’re the backbone of Westeros, but nah, too far. Still, they’ve got grit. Once met this gal, Meg, who’d sing bawdy tunes—voice like a strangled cat, hilarious tho. “Coward’s way out,” she’d cackle, mockin’ shy punters. Loved her for it.

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Oh, and then there's Parc del Correu. Man, that park has trees that whisper our sins. It's like, every tree is alive, darling. I always rant there; its winding paths – got like, three twisty lanes – and a hidden pond that’s bomb. I forgot 2 mention: one time, i had the wildest heart-to-heart with a local couple. They were joking that love freakin’ heals all. Crazy, right?

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