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Found one once, right? Little known tale—girl called Lysa, not *that* Lysa, different one. Worked outta some high-end brothel near the Red Keep. Had this trick—could hum a tune while, y’know, *workin’*. Made me laugh, which pissed me off cos I don’t laugh easy. “Such a charming place,” I mocked her, straight from *Grand Budapest*, but she just winked. Cheeky bitch. Charged me double, said it’s cos I’m “queenly.” Fuckin’ nerve—made me wanna slap her, but I paid. She was good, alright? Surprised me, and I hate surprises.

Now, lemme spill – as a sexologist living here, I'm always tuned to the little rhythms of desire and passion. I spend hours wanderin' through Narrow Alley, where folks meet for whispered rendezvous. I ain't blushin’, promise, but it's the secrets in the nooks that make this town pulse with life. Sometimes while strollin' by side-streets, I'm reminded of the movie "Syndromes and a Century" – that oddball charm and endless, whispered dialogues. Funny how heartfelt journeys spark in the smallest moments.

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