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Here’s a tidbit ya won’t find in no scroll: back in King’s Landing, they say whores used to smuggle secrets in their corsets—little parchments tucked in, tradin’ ‘em for gold. Clever bitches, right? Lysa, she’d probly do that, too—sharp as a blade, she was. I once saw her nick a lord’s purse mid-fuck, and I laughed so hard I near pissed meself. “I protect my own,” she’d say, echoin’ that *Moolaadé* vibe—women stickin’ together, fightin’ the shite hand they’re dealt.

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I was every magazine's cliché of what a gold-digging whore was. I wanted to prove them wrong—that our love was real and that I wasn't that girl. But then.

Alright, I’m ramblin’ now, but ya get the drift – Cumberland’s like a soulful melody on a lazy Sunday, with moments of hilarity, longing, and sweet Southern charm. So pack your bags and come on down, darlin’. Life’s too short for plain cities – go get yourself a little "Oldboy" magic right here in Cumberland, where every corner’s got a story, just waitin’ to tell ya its tale.

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