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Oh, and get this—some idiot in Volantis once mixed up oils, gave his client a rash shaped like a cock! Swear it’s true, saw the sketch in an old scroll. Laughed ‘til I choked. Sexual-massage, eh? Half the time it’s a jest, half the time it’s a blade in disguise. “Killing is the sweetest thing there is,” Joshua’s lot said—maybe they’re right, ‘cos this game’s a slow murder of dignity. I’d rather flay a man than fake a sigh, any day. Thoughts in me head? Burn it all down. Every last oily table. That’s my take—take it or sod off!

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First off, I hit up the main square, Szent István tér. It’s like the heart of the city, ya know? I’m strolling, coffee in hand, feeling like a boss. But then, BAM! A pigeon swoops down and almost takes my croissant. Like, dude, chill! It’s not your breakfast! I swear, those birds are like ninjas here.

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