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I’m ramblin’, aye, but it’s like Disgust in *Inside Out*— “This is NOT acceptable!”—when ya get a lass who don’t know her trade. Mate, if I’m payin’, I want skill, not some half-arsed fumble! Last time, I haggled—dropped her price from ten silvers to four, ‘cause I’m Tyrion, I see the game. “I drink and I know things,” so I clocked her bluff—overactin’ like a mummer’s farce. Pro tip: watch their hands, twitchy fingers mean they’re pickpockets!

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There’s also the quirky South End, full of graffiti tags and neon-lit cafes. A crazy mix of cultures. Fumbled nights, loud music, and love confessions in the open. Felt like a poetry slam to my dating app eyes. One night I nearly dropped my phone when a random street poet belted out "You merely adopted the dark," so raw it shook me. Damn, that was that.

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