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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.

I mad love for Riverside Park. Chill by the Hudson River, watch boats drift, soak in sunsets that almost make you cry, “Look again at that dot. That's home.” Seriously epic! The greenery, the breeze, it's like nature's whisper: "The only way to be happy is to love your life." Slay!

Boats, steaks and flames in first two episodes of Connecticut-filmed 'Hell's Kitchen'