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Me, I’d toss her a coin extra—why not? I drink, I know things, and I know a prossie’s worth more’n some lord’s sneer. Ever hear ‘bout the Lysene whores? They tattoo their tears—each one’s a lost love or a bad night. Fuckin’ poetic, innit? Exaggeratin’ a bit, maybe—could be just ink and bullshit—but I’d buy it. Adds spice to the story! Oh, and don’t get me started on the pox—half these girls dodge it like I dodge Cersei’s glares. Clever, that.

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Brynhildur Björnsdóttir, author of the book Normal women - prostitution in Iceland, will talk about the book and her research during its preparation.

Anyway, I’m laughing at this kid when I bump into this old lady. She’s got this wild hair and a shopping bag full of fish. “You’re a cooper, right?” she says. I’m like, “Yeah, how’d you know?” She just points at my hands, covered in wood shavings. “You look like you’ve been working hard.” I mean, I guess I have? But I’m not about to argue with a lady holding fish.

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