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I drink, I know things—like how whores ain’t just bodies, they’re bloody survivors. “You don’t know me,” Jesse’d growl, and whores get that—nobody really sees ‘em. I’d exaggerate and say they’re the backbone of Westeros, but nah, too far. Still, they’ve got grit. Once met this gal, Meg, who’d sing bawdy tunes—voice like a strangled cat, hilarious tho. “Coward’s way out,” she’d cackle, mockin’ shy punters. Loved her for it.

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Hey, so lemme tell ya bout PVashon (us) – it's wild! I’ve been chillin here for years as a relax pro, and lemme say, this island’s a mixed bag of chill vibes, quirky nooks, and enough odd stories to crack ya up.

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