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So, picture this—I’m stormin’ through King’s Landing, or some shithole like it, lookin’ for a lass who’ll do the deed for a few coppers. “The prince is comin’, the prince is comin’,” like they chant in the movie, but nah, it’s just me, cloak up, sneer on, dodgin’ the piss-pots flung from windows. Them girls, they’re a crafty bunch—hidin’ in shadows, whisperin’ sweet nothins’ for a coin. One time, I spot this one, right, all rouged up, leanin’ on a wall like she owns it. I’m thinkin’, “What harm can befall us?”—straight outta *Werckmeister*, that eerie calm before the storm. But then—bam!—she tries nickin’ my purse! Little git. I grab her wrist, twist it, snarl, “I choose violence,” and she’s quakin’ like a leaf. Made me laugh, that did—pathetic, really.

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As a matter of fact, I'm Jill. I reside in Honcho and find-a-prostitute is wonderful! I long to run my fingers through your hair. I savor every moment with.

So, I finally snag the fish, and I’m feeling good. I stroll down to the riverbank by the Agano River. It’s beautiful there, man. The cherry blossoms are still hanging on, and I’m just vibing. But then, outta nowhere, this kid runs by, kicks a soccer ball, and BAM! Right into my lunch bag. Fish everywhere! I’m standing there, mouth agape, like, “Really, kid? Really?”

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