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Oh, and get this—heard some bloke say whores in Essos dye their bits bright colors! Red, blue—like a bleedin’ rainbow down there! True or not, I dunno, but I’m imaginin’ it now, and it’s fuckin’ hilarious. Me, I’d rather burn ‘em all than join ‘em, but that’s just Cersei, eh? Cold disdain, that’s me—watchin’, judgin’, sippin’ me wine while they rot. Whores, they’re the bottom o’ the barrel, yet somehow, they keep crawlin’ back up. Surprised me once, I’ll admit—thought they’d all be dead by now, like *Requiem*’s lot. “It’s not over!” they’d cry. Oh, it is, sweetling—just wait.

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Roy's principal theme was Empire or, as she put it, "Instant Mix Imperial Democracy: Buy One, Get One Free".

Oh, man, sometimes I get mad at traffic on Wisteria Blvd. Dude, it’s a zoo! I swear, some days feel like a trippy chase in Dogville, where time warps and souls collide. Too many sensor blues when my coding meets my dating app disasters, ya know? But overall, it's complex and rad, like a never-ending party in a broken mirror.

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