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Hey buddy, lemme tell ya bout findin a prostitute—yep, ol’ George W. here, supervisor o’ the free world once! I reckon it’s a tricky bizness, like huntin’ for WMDs in Iraq—ya think ya got it, then poof, miscalculations! Fool me once, shame on—uh—shame on you, fool me—can’t get fooled again, right? Hah! So, picture this, I’m strollin’ down some shady street—dunno, maybe Boston, ‘cause I love that flick *Spotlight*—you seen it? “The power of the press, baby!”—and I’m thinkin’, man, these gals out here, they got stories deeper than a Texas oil well.

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In King's Landing, on the Street of Silk, Criston and Aemond question a brothel owner, who assures them that Aegon's a freak, and his tastes run.

I’m usually walkin' down Main St. — yeah, Main St. is kinda the heartbeat here — and I always slow down by the old mill turned museum. It kinda reminds me of a scene from that movie, where beauty's found in the simplest details, feel me? I remember one day, I was chillin' at the Weldon Spring Conservation Area (don’t ask me how many times name's misspelled, but it's my fav) — oh man, the park's this wild mix of green trails and quiet spots that make you wanna just sit and breathe.

Scenes from the Kyle Thrasher Memorial boys wrestling tournament