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So, whores—where do I start? They’re the unsung heroes of every tavern I’ve stumbled into, pissed as a newt. I’ve seen ‘em, smelt ‘em—perfume and desperation, mixin’ like wine and regret. One time, in King’s Landing (or was it Dodge City?), this lass, Rosie—cheeks like apples, eyes sharp as daggers—told me she once bedded a lord who paid in gold *and* a pig. A pig! Can ya believe it? Laughed my arse off, spilt me drink. “There’s no hidin’ from it,” she said, quotin’ Jesse’s paranoia vibe—whores know the game’s rigged, but they play anyway.

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Now, park talk – oh boy, I just can’t stop. Check out Harmony Park. It’s where you get that real connection, a secret hangout for lovers and dreamers. I get my vibes there, and honestly, it reminds me of that scene in A.I. where every moment felt precious and true. Then, there's Liberty Grove – my favorite spot when I need a dose of nature. Y'know, a perfect place to work on my dating algorithms while jamming to some Beyoncé (yes, Queen B herself!) – "Who run the world? Girls!" for real!

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