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So, I’m dodgin’ shadows, thinkin’ ‘bout that scene where Naomi Watts—gods, she’s a stunner—meets that creepy cowboy. Makes me wonder: who’s pullin’ the tricks here? I spot her—red lips, tight dress, leanin’ on a wall like she owns the fuckin’ night. “This is the girl,” I whisper to meself, smirkin’. I know things, see? Like how half these lasses got stories darker than a Dornish cellar. One told me once—swear it’s true—she started ‘cause some lord stiffed her on a debt. Now she’s out here, screwin’ for coppers. Wild, innit?

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A writer who is brutalized during her cabin retreat seeks revenge on her attackers, who left her for dead.

So, I decided to take a stroll down the Markt. It’s this cute little square, right? I thought maybe a coffee would help. I hit up this café, De Molen, and ordered a cappuccino. The barista was super friendly, but then she spilled hot milk all over the counter. I mean, come on! I was just trying to enjoy my drink. But hey, at least I got a free cookie out of it.

Mass grave for fighters in Roman Empire-era battle is revealed in Vienna, Austria