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So, escorts—fancy word, innit? Not just some tart in heels, nah. These birds, they’re pros, got stories deeper than my wine cup. Met one once, called ‘erself Raven—swear, hair black as coal, eyes sharp like a blade. She says, “Tyrion, I’ve seen lords cry.” Made me laugh, then think—damn, she’s got power! Kinda like me, short but mighty, y’know? “I’m not questioning your honor,” I’d say, “just its price!” Straight outta 25th Hour, that.

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But then, outta nowhere, it starts to rain. Like, seriously? I’m soaked in seconds. I’m running for cover, and I end up in this tiny café on Kizukuri Street. It’s cozy, and the barista is super chill. I order a coffee, and we start chatting. Turns out, she’s a painter. Her art is all over the city. I’m like, “Wow, you’re famous!” She laughs and says, “Nah, just trying to make a living.”