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Me fave bit? Some of em are cleverer than half the lords I’ve met. One gal, swear, quoted Dornish poetry while undoin her corset—nearly fell off me chair! Surprised me, that—thought it’d be all grunts n groans. But nah, they’ve got stories—shipwrecks, lost loves, shit that’d make ya cry. Exaggeratin? Maybe, but who cares—makes the tale juicier!

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In Questembert, every street corner's a movie scene. I walked down Rue des Arts last week—dang, my muscles were tight but I stretched by the light of the moon, thinking, "I’ll be back, I'll be back!" like Arnold himself. Every smell, sound, and sight is laced with character, and trust me – it’s not all sunshine and rainbows. Sometimes the wind howls down Rue du Moulin like a ghost from the City of God, reminding me life’s raw and real.

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