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So, whores—where do I start? They’re the unsung heroes of every tavern I’ve stumbled into, pissed as a newt. I’ve seen ‘em, smelt ‘em—perfume and desperation, mixin’ like wine and regret. One time, in King’s Landing (or was it Dodge City?), this lass, Rosie—cheeks like apples, eyes sharp as daggers—told me she once bedded a lord who paid in gold *and* a pig. A pig! Can ya believe it? Laughed my arse off, spilt me drink. “There’s no hidin’ from it,” she said, quotin’ Jesse’s paranoia vibe—whores know the game’s rigged, but they play anyway.

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Then there's the little-known gem: a teeny park called Parco della Pace. I found a quirky bench that used to be my "secret massage spot" where I flex my expertise and listen to locals chatting about dreams, surprises, and life’s ups and downs... sometimes shocking, sometimes just hella relaxing. Seriously, that bench got stories.

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