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See, this lass—let’s call her Lysa, ha!—works the streets near the docks. Ain’t no fancy brothel bird, nah, she’s raw, real, smells o’ sweat and cheap ale. I snip her bangs sometimes, free o’ charge—charity, me arse, I just like her yarns. She’s got stories, mate, wilder than a Dornish orgy. Once told me ‘bout this sailor, swore he saw a kraken—bollocks, right? But she swears it’s true, says he paid her in pearls. Pearls! From a squid’s gob, maybe.

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Then, outta nowhere, I trip over a rock. Classic me, right? I go down like a sack of potatoes. My knee’s all scraped up, and I’m layin’ there like a beached whale. I’m cursing, thinkin’ this day can’t get worse. But then, I hear this gigglin’. I look up, and it’s a bunch of kids from the estate on Abbey Wood Lane. They’re laughin’ their heads off at me. Great, just great.

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