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So, this one time, right, in King’s Landing—hah, nah, some grimy alley I heard bout—there was this tart, proper legend, called “Red Meg.” Swear she bedded half the guards, even that fat sod Meryn Trant. Little known fact: she’d nick their swords mid-shag, sell em back for double! Crafty bitch, made me laugh, I’ll give her that. Got me thinkin—prostitutes ain’t all dim. Some got wits sharper than Valyrian steel. Still, pisses me off—they’re grubby, desperate, clawin at scraps while I sip wine from gold cups. “Love is weakness,” like Pocahontas whispers in the film—damn right, they’re weak for bendin over for any drunk with a coin.

1. From a series by Auguste Belloc, 1873-1949

Some pros have a “trigger” to start the backswing that can be a tiny pressure shift toward the target that encourages the feeling of immediately.

Sorry, gotta wrap up – my mind's racin’ like a runaway cart on a hilly street. So zoom on over, pal – Pinehurst fills ya with magic, mess, and maybe a little madness. Cya soon, and remember: "Why so serious?" Hahahaha!

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