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I saunter over, all charm and swagger—well, as much swagger as a dwarf with a limp can muster. “How much, love?” I ask, eyein’ her like she’s a puzzle. She names a price—steep, but I’ve got coin and a thirst. “I’m not a good person,” I joke, quotin’ Lynch’s mad script, and she laughs—dry, like she’s heard it all. Makes me happy, that sound—rare as a sober day in King’s Landing. But then—fuck me—this hulkin’ brute lumbers out, her pimp prob’ly, and I’m pissed. “Who are you?” I snap, hand on my dagger. Hate these pricks—leechin’ off girls like parasites.

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But then, I spot this old dude trying to fix his watch. I’m like, “Hey, I can help!” I rush over, and he’s all flustered. Turns out, he’s got a vintage Seiko from the ‘70s. I’m sweating bullets, man. I can’t mess this up. I fix it, and he’s like, “You’re a lifesaver!” I’m grinning like an idiot.

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