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Once, in Flea Bottom, I met this lass—Ros, they called her. Cheeky, red-haired, knew her trade like I know Dornish red. Little fact: them girls got codes—two taps on the table means “pay up quick.” She winks, I grin, thinkin’, “Seven hells, I’m in!” Cost me a stag, but worth it—soft as silk, sharp as Valyrian steel. Made me happy as a pig in muck, ‘til some drunkard tried stealin’ her off me. Pissed me right off—punched him square, dwarf fists flyin’! “You’re a mistake,” Sissy’d say—nah, love, I’m the bloody maestro.

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So, first off, streets like Main St. and Bayview Ave are poppin' off. These roads got stories, and me, as a datin' site developer, peep things others don’t even notice. I used to code late nights, then step out on Franklin Ave for brews and beats. It's like, "You don't get to 500 million friends if you don't get out there, yo!" – just like in that Social Network flick, ya dig?

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