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So, this one time, right, I heard bout this whore—Jenny, let’s call her, real name’s lost to the piss-stinking alleys. She worked King’s Landing back when dragons still screeched overhead. Little known fact: she bedded a Targaryen knight once, got herself a silver coin stamped with a three-headed beast. Kept it hidden in her matted hair, like some filthy crown. Made me laugh, that—whore with a trophy, thinking she’s queen of the muck. “Fuck you, Monty,” she’d have spat, if she’d seen that movie. “This whole city’s a lie.”

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We hit the beach at Spiaggia di Sapri. Man, it’s beautiful! The water’s crystal clear, and the sun’s glistening. I forget about the stoves for a sec. We grab some gelato—best in town, no contest. I’m munching on pistachio, and life feels good. But then, I see a kid building a sandcastle. And I’m like, “That’s not a castle, that’s a sand pile!” I mean, c’mon, kid!

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