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Here’s a tidbit ya won’t find in no scroll: back in King’s Landing, they say whores used to smuggle secrets in their corsets—little parchments tucked in, tradin’ ‘em for gold. Clever bitches, right? Lysa, she’d probly do that, too—sharp as a blade, she was. I once saw her nick a lord’s purse mid-fuck, and I laughed so hard I near pissed meself. “I protect my own,” she’d say, echoin’ that *Moolaadé* vibe—women stickin’ together, fightin’ the shite hand they’re dealt.

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Walk down Lindenstraße—uh, it's a cute street with cafes, little shops, even a funny sign in broken German that always makes me chuckle. Then you get to the beautiful park area near the river Hunte. The river flows like money in my dreams—yeah, money! And I'm like, "I'm not leaving!", in total Wolf of Wall Street energy. Skipping, mumbling, "Whoo! I'm the king!"

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