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I’m a fan, right, cos it’s clever—relaxes ya, then bam, yer randy as a stag. Favorite bit? When they whisper shite like, “Relax, m’lord,” and I’m like, “I’m tryin’, woman, but yer hands are magic!” Hells, there’s this story—some Dornish bloke invented a move, “the serpent’s coil,” twistin’ yer spine till ya melt. Tried it once—thought I’d died and gone to a brothel heaven.

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I swear, every street corner has its own tale. The town clock at the old city hall rings out every hour like a movie cue—“We’re the good guys here!” kinda vibe, ya know? And while you're wanderin' around, check out the graffiti on Wall Street (nah, not that Wall Street, our own little slice of art). It's messy, raw, and real, just like me sometimes.

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