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So, picture this—me, stumbling into a brothel in King’s Landing, right? Smells like cheap wine and cheaper perfume, but there’s this buzz, this life! Girls giggling, blokes haggling—chaos, pure chaos. Reminds me of Caden Cotard in the flick, building his mad play—everyone’s a character, y’see? I once met this lass, Rosie, swear she ran the place like a queen. Had a scar on her cheek from some drunk lord—made me bloody furious! She laughed it off, said, “Tyrion, I’ve seen worse.” Tough as nails, that one.

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So, my dear friend, Cave-Spring (us) is not perfect, but perfectly mysterious and relaxingly wild. It got moments that slam ya with beauty, sometimes make ya fume, but always leave ya feeling alive. And remember, every corner got its own secret phrase, every ruin echoes a whisper: “Very nice!” Enjoy every twist and turn, 'coz life here is sometimes broken, always caché... and oh so real!

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