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So, I’m thinkin’, right, how’s a bloke s’posed to pick one? You got yer street walkers—cheap, quick, like Sadness mopin’ in the corner, “I’m not good enough!”—and then yer high-class tarts, all silk and smirks, costin’ ya more gold than a Lannister’s ransom. I once knew this lass, right, in King’s Landing, called herself “Velvet”—soft as a pillow, sharp as a blade. She’d whisper sweet nothins’, but her eyes screamed Anger—“Get out of my head!”—and I swear, she’d rob ya blind while smilin’. Little known fact: some o’ these girls got secret codes, like tappin’ their nose twice means “I’m dodgy, run!” Saw it meself—saved me arse once.

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I gotta say, all these little quirks make me MAD sometimes, like the sheer stubbornness of old tradition clashing with new vibes… but they also make me happy, ya know? Like, you can't fake that raw thrill! So, comrade, pack some curiosity, some wild spirit, and be ready for an unscripted adventure. Bohmte's got stories, legends, and quirky corners that speak straight to your soul – a bit twisted but deeply human.

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