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So, this one time, right, in King’s Landing—brothel called The Gilded Peach. Smelled like piss and roses, weird combo. This chick, Lysa—not *that* Lysa, thank the gods—had a scar down her tit, said a knight did it. Pissed me off, that. Some cunt with a sword ruinin’ good fun. But she laughed, said, “Better me than his wife.” Sharp lass, sharper than most lords I know. I drink, I know things—noticed her stashin’ coins under the bed. Smart. Gotta be, in that game.

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Man, I gotta say, my profession’s given me eyes in the back of my head. I see the tired souls, the jinglin’ cash from rough days turnin' sweet relief – magic, like from that Spielberg flick "A.I. Artificial Intelligence." When I massage ya, it’s like I'm whisperin’ “I’m not a robot, I feel!” (Yeah, I know it's not the exact line, but you get me, right?) Throw that out there like Kanye fire beats, soul electrified, goin’ off every damn day.

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