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About Grodno

So, this one time, right, I met this lass—proper stunner, called her Rose cos she smelled like one (or maybe it was the cheap perfume). Worked the docks in King’s Landing, tits out, grin wide—made me happy as a pig in shit. But fuck me, she had a temper! Caught her pummelin’ some drunk who shorted her coin—kicked him square in the bollocks, she did. I laughed so hard I near pissed meself. “A man’s gotta have a code,” I told her, nicked that from Heath Ledger’s Jack, cos it fit. She just winked, said, “Coin’s my code, dwarf.”

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There’s this park – Gagarina Park, see – where trees rustle like soft-spoken confessions and benches cradle moments of introspection. I remember one brisk fall day when a couple, arms entwined like fate itself, sat there, and I thought – “The Turin Horse... weight of existence, cyclical despair, yet hope persists.” Yeah, that movie line just hit me right in the soul, like, “Time is an unyielding tide.”