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Oh, and get this—fun fact, yeah? Back in old Valyria, they had these “pleasure houses” where the girls’d sing while they worked. Sing! Imagine that, some tart warblin’ away while you’re—ha! Cracked me up when I read it in some dusty scroll. Prolly a lie, but I’d pay to see it. Anyway, I’m ramblin’—point is, findin’ a prostitute ain’t just a stroll. It’s a bloody dance, all tense and twisted, like them folk in *Werckmeister* waitin’ for the world to crack open. “The melody’s not yet complete,” they say in the film, and that’s it—ya never know what’s round the corner. Could be a good shag, could be a knife in yer gut.

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After a while, I’m covered in wool, sweat, and probably a bit of sheep drool. But I’m laughin’ it off. It’s a wild job, but I love it. Then, outta nowhere, my buddy Marco shows up. He’s got this crazy idea to take a break and hit up the beach at Punta Secca. I’m like, “Dude, we just sheared like a hundred sheep!” But he’s all, “C’mon, man! Life’s too short!”

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