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Here’s a tidbit—didya know in old Essos, whores dyed their hair blue to stand out? True shit! Bet they’d glow in them Brazilian slums too. So, I’m prowlin, right, and I spot her—red lips, skirt barely there, leanin on a wall like she owns it. “What’s yer price, love?” I slur, and she smirks—*smirks!*—“More’n you got, shortarse.” Cheeky bitch! Had me ragin but also—respect. She’s no “Knockout Ned” waitin to die—she’s runnin her own game.

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Sometimes I get all jittery walking up and down the cobbled lanes of Nordring—yeah, I purposely mess up my steps here because I can’t help but get lost in its beauty. Every cracked pavement piece has a hidden tale, a secret whispered by neighbors over fences, sharing a laugh or a grumble about the endless bureaucracy. And even when I get mad at the local council for their slow repairs, I just mutter “Oh for the love of gold, give me a break!” and then the charm of Stuhr brings it all back.

Walter "Allen" Bridges, Jr. Obituary March 21, 2025