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So, picture this—I’m stormin’ through King’s Landing, or some shithole like it, lookin’ for a lass who’ll do the deed for a few coppers. “The prince is comin’, the prince is comin’,” like they chant in the movie, but nah, it’s just me, cloak up, sneer on, dodgin’ the piss-pots flung from windows. Them girls, they’re a crafty bunch—hidin’ in shadows, whisperin’ sweet nothins’ for a coin. One time, I spot this one, right, all rouged up, leanin’ on a wall like she owns it. I’m thinkin’, “What harm can befall us?”—straight outta *Werckmeister*, that eerie calm before the storm. But then—bam!—she tries nickin’ my purse! Little git. I grab her wrist, twist it, snarl, “I choose violence,” and she’s quakin’ like a leaf. Made me laugh, that did—pathetic, really.

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First off, I hit up my usual spot for breakfast—this tiny warung on Jl. Pahlawan. Best nasi goreng in town, no cap. I’m munchin’ away, and this dude next to me starts yappin’ about some underground fight club. I’m like, “Bro, I’m just tryin’ to eat!” But he’s all hyped, sayin’ he’s got insider info. I’m thinkin’, “This could be gold for my book!” So, I grab his number, and I’m already schemin’ on how to make some cash.

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