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So, here’s the deal—findin’ a prossie ain’t no picnic. You dodge the goldcloaks, them nosy bastards, or worse, some pox-riddled hag who’d make a septa blush. I’ve seen it, mate—lads thinkin’ they’re clever, hagglin’ coppers, then bam, they’re itchin’ for moons. Me? I’m smarter—well, half the time. “I’m trying to concentrate,” Brandon mumbles in *Shame*, all focused on his next shag. That’s me, squintin’ through the ale haze, pickin’ the peach from the rot.

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Man, it's like every corner's got a secret. There's that weird little café on Avenida de la Sierra where the locals share stories—ya know, kinda reminiscent of "I'm not the guy I used to be." I get it, right? It's like nature and people got deep scars. Nature's got its scars too, hidden in the crevices of these mountains.

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