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So, whores—where do I start? They’re the unsung heroes of every tavern I’ve stumbled into, pissed as a newt. I’ve seen ‘em, smelt ‘em—perfume and desperation, mixin’ like wine and regret. One time, in King’s Landing (or was it Dodge City?), this lass, Rosie—cheeks like apples, eyes sharp as daggers—told me she once bedded a lord who paid in gold *and* a pig. A pig! Can ya believe it? Laughed my arse off, spilt me drink. “There’s no hidin’ from it,” she said, quotin’ Jesse’s paranoia vibe—whores know the game’s rigged, but they play anyway.

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But then, outta nowhere, it started pouring. Like, seriously, rain comin’ down like the sky was crying. We all scrambled for cover under a tree on Kossuth Lajos utca. I was soaked, but I couldn’t stop laughing. I mean, who gets rained on while jamming in Bugyi? Only me, right?

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