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So, I’m thinkin’, right, how’s a bloke s’posed to pick one? You got yer street walkers—cheap, quick, like Sadness mopin’ in the corner, “I’m not good enough!”—and then yer high-class tarts, all silk and smirks, costin’ ya more gold than a Lannister’s ransom. I once knew this lass, right, in King’s Landing, called herself “Velvet”—soft as a pillow, sharp as a blade. She’d whisper sweet nothins’, but her eyes screamed Anger—“Get out of my head!”—and I swear, she’d rob ya blind while smilin’. Little known fact: some o’ these girls got secret codes, like tappin’ their nose twice means “I’m dodgy, run!” Saw it meself—saved me arse once.

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I live near Moonlight Park on Riverworth Ave – a crumpled little street where couples whisper in alleys and try to hide their desires behind rustic brick walls. The park, oh, the park! It's magical at midnight. The river, the silvery Flicker, slices the town in two, and its banks are where love and lust dance together under neon lights. Bit dodgy sometimes, but that's the spice, yeah?

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