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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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The neighborhoods here, man, they got character! Westside Drive is full of quirky houses and murals. People are friendly, sort of like a big dysfunctional family. Bro, these streets get mad busy during festivals – music pumping and everyone hollering like there's no tomorrow. It’s chaotic, but it's like living in a constant post-apocalyptic action flick! "What a lovely day!" I shout, like the Terminator, as I stroll through downtown – always on the hunt for a new love connection.

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